wheresrain
I often look forward to warm, summer days,
Soaking in such a fine, summer haze,
Dancing on the beach under skies painted blue,
But I can not wait to be dancing with you.
My favorite season has become that of summer,
Where under sheets we can cuddle and cover,
Our innocence we hide from a world so pale,
That threw us away before our stories unveiled.
My favorite season will always be summer,
Where I no longer have to stew and suffer,
Alone in a room where my heart was destroyed,
But the light from your eyes has enveloped that void.
Summertime will be when dreams are made,
For we are young and we are brave,
And together we can overcome what life throws,
In our direction as we grow.
For in the summer there is no cold,
So grip me tight hand hold me close,
To a body more warm and caring than mine,
For these are my thoughts in summertime.