i miss the summer air
i miss knowing you were there
never tossing in the night
blue skies forever in sight
playgrounds and sidewalks
street chalk and bike ride talks
sitting on fresh green grass
sleeping in, no class
august nights turn to fall
concrete cold as metal
wrapped up tight
but i still swing till flight
warm crossings so trite
holding on with all the might
swerved the other way
but eyes have gone astray
C'est Moi!
- Mademoiselle Soleil
- Virginia Beach, Virginia, United States
- Life changes and so do we. I'm not normal but then again I am. I am not the same person I was a year ago. Progress is like beauty, it's in the eye of the beholder. Well, this is progress but it may not be pretty.
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