i was a child of the summer skies
raised by ice creams and beach days
sticky hands and dirt and smiles
but what does a sunshine child do
when her heart belongs to the winter
to hot chocolates and frost and cold
why am i stuck with beach and sun
when ive been chasing winter snow
take away my summer smile tonight
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boop im going to nsw tomorrow and im not seeing my nsw internet friends end me 🙃
photo credits to m e
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midnight mumbles • poetry
Poetry𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 i share poetry and poeticisms about the things that mean the world and nothing at all
