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Em Quinn Feb 2018
three bright summer days,
letting myself fall for you...
what a sad mistake.
i'm sorry i wasn't enough.
BWriter Dec 2017
I walked through hell just to show my love what lust is,
Somehow we ended up corrupted,
My hearts full of sorrow,
Wondering where we could have been tomorrow,
Instead I'm chasing my dreams at the bottom of a bottle,
This liquors got my minds distorted,
Trying to hold myself together but I can't get off it,
Blowing up your phone calling you names,
These are the moments I'm the most ashamed,
That makes me feel like a coward,
This was never meant to make me feel empowered,
I'm the same man that brought you flowers,
We fell apart like that same rose bud,
Was it a single issue or was it an issue with us?
Or was it an issue with trust?
Now you're saying that you can't look back at us without a feeling of disgust,
The mistrust you saw in my eyes was the reason for your lies,
But that just sound like an excuse to me,
I don't know who you used to be,
Or this who you really used to be,
Now I'm throwing these other people to the side once they are of no use to me,
Isabelle Nov 2017
Summer time
summer love
burning
as hot as the summer sun
electrifying
brighter than the summer stars

summer time, summer love
but seasons do change
and summer only lasts every summer
so before you go, kiss me hard
kiss me long, the one that lingers
kiss me, the one that will get me through
the next summer
Kiss me hard before you go..
-Summertime Sadness by Lana del Rey

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Mari Carrasco Nov 2017
summertime has never been my favorite.
the sun is too bright.
the days are too long.
public pools are *****.
and so are those men,
you know the ones.
the ones who you can't help but catch their eye.
the ones your fifteen year old mind had been conditioned to ignore.
the ones your twenty year old self has been told to smile for.
the strangers.
the fathers.
the uncles.
the family friends.
the men that made your mother tell you to close your legs for when you were ten because you were drawing attention.
the ones who shouldn't have been looking.
Anne Jul 2017
He has vibrant orange petals.

I would fight

anyone who refers to them as dull.  



His orange petals

Are the color of my curiosity

When I wonder what worlds he beholds.



The worlds I’ll never know.



His sturdy green neck

extends to kiss the sky

or to just watch the clouds go by.    



Without him, my heart would have no summer time.



I run to him.  

my lily white fingers caress his delicate petals,  

I admire his natural beauty.



I see his petals begin to unfold

He blooms at the sight of me.

His petals curl back,

creating a boasting stance



His tepals look me straight in the eye

I don’t blink, I can see right through his outside

I can peer into his soul,

I smile, I laugh


Knowing nothing in this world is under our control.



But

When we are near each other

The harsh, sudden summer rains

do not rip through his soft petals



I don't care how wet my hair gets

after the storm

I find myself dancing along with

His wind swayed groove

during torrential down pours



My smile grows

and grows

and grows

Because of him



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