I once knew a child that was as rough as she was wild
Hiding in the grass like a troop
Her hair would bounce and then droop
She had the eyes of a midnight star and locks of a deep dark sea
She did well to hide her secrets from me
She was only June, the sixth month of a year
"Only June," she would tell me, "Only June"
She played with her dolls and toyed with her dresses, pulling at the hems
She acted as if they were not fit to wear, ragged and torn things
June, where did you go?
Are you coming home?
Are you lost, are you gone?
Your parents are worried, Im in a hurry
Come on, June, where could you be?
"Only June," she would reply
"I went for a walk with the clouds in the sky
They told me not be afraid, I never asked why
But now, I wish I did
I miss the grass 'neath my feet
I miss the taste of oats and wheat
I miss the feel of waves on me"
I gasped and I cried
Oh Lord and heavens above
"But June"
"Only June," she said with a sigh
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Tea for Teardrops
PoesiaMadness is where the teardrops are. And tea is where the madness is.