The sun squeezes me,
in a warm,
sweaty embrace,
as I walk out the door.
I hear the sounds of laughter,
and kids enjoying summer vacation.
How can you love,
sun burnt skin?
The icky,
sticky sweat everyone wears?
And don't forget,
all the lonely days,
spent online.
Summer is my enemy.
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Poetry 1.0 (Completed)
PoetryAll of these are poems that I've written, and they are sorted into the order that I wrote them, so if you feel some of them are amateur-ish or bad, read the newer ones, or even check out my newest work in Poetry 2.0 :)
