Ant and mosquito bites
Dewy hill-sides
Planes and fireflies
Clear starry nights
Finalistic kiss-goodbyes
Summer, you are a series of words
that I could have done without.
Maybe it is better to have lost,
but it’s such a painful thing
to be taught.
gaah, It's like I'm suddenly being ambushed by all these words that are like, "Pick me, pick me!" and all I can do is this humorous sort of, "Whoa, nelly!" and be drowned.
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theworstpartisthatthisisn'twhatiwantedtowriteabout!
ihatewritingaboutheartbreak!
butit'ssoeasy!
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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