This poem is my voice to those I live my summertime bliss:
We knew nothing of life, we made all the wrong choices,
It took pain for us to know what life does to young kids.
I hope you decided to keep memories of the good
And let the bad fade to black in the back of your mind.
I hope you no longer feel hurt and misunderstood.
And if nostalgia ever hits you hard, listen to our old songs
Remember how loud you were, trust the sharpness in your tongue
Open your mouth and use your voice with your grown wisdom
And reach every kid who is alone in their room, feeling empty
After partying wild until the end of the night and still can't sleep.
We had each other. Now we need to have everybody.
The end of summertime bliss is always depressing,
But we use the lessons we learned and our memory
To teach kids blossom into a better season next year.
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Summertime Bliss
PoetryA four-part poem about teenagers who lived through the summer liked the owned the city, only to find out that the bliss they were feeling would fade as swiftly as the season. Growing up is never easy, but for a moment, we had each other. And it was...
