my house abandoned today
as I sit outside,
paper and pen next to me
the windows open,
shades whipping against the wallthe sun is in a blaze
my thoughts stuck
I'm not able to write them out
in a letter to you
I lift the pen
and the ink spills on the paper
and they're free
the rickety chair tips as I write
I never thought I'd get this far
writing out my emotions
writing out my secrets
or even
how far my love for him has goneI never thought I'd get this far in life
The sun here every day
I'm still here
With my friends by my side
and we dance under the sun's glory
of vitamin dI take a bite of a plump orange
it's ooze dripping down my chin
onto the paper
it makes a stainI know I'm a dreamer
but even in my dreams
The sun is dull
My love is dull
Our friendship is dull
I could be more positive
But negative plus a positive
equals a negative
how could you make me any better?a cold breeze comes through
wakes me from my daze
making the paper lift
I grab it with my hand,
making sure it staysbefore it gets dark
I have to get to the post office
rushing cars
street lights
pass by
my shoes hitting the ground
as I walk into the ol' post office
I remember when I'd be here daily
After getting your letters
Handwritten glory
they were thoughtful
I tap my foot
my heart beats
the thought of us together
rushes through my head
I miss when it was normal
when we could be free
if only we could feel that
for one more second
a scrappingmore and more people get inline
I then think, they are all there own person
they have lived their own life
their own memories
thoughts
and I never would've thought
that you see me from a different povwhy must this be in my mind
as I send you a cherished letter
and I'm already at the counter
I hand it to the clerk
and it's officialthe summer letters
are over.
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summertime galore | ✔
Poetrya collection of poems, focusing on the nostalgic time of summer, finding love, and embracing it.