mindless singing
it's friday, not the 13th and summer is slowly coming back, scratching the clouds to let the river sparkle again
it's my second summer in the city and this time it'll be filled with children's voices, a cat asking me to let him into my room and all my friends, tilting their sunflower heads towards the sky so i can watch the cold leave their bones
it's been so long since we wore our dresses and the sun has been up for longer than we have, it's been so long since we sat outside to do nothing and be everything, to talk about anything, to watch the dragonflies and guess where the planes above are headed
it's time for colours to become vibrant and the people extravagant, it's time for the ground to be warm and the nights calm, it's time for us to stay a little longer, to miss the beach a little more and be forever grateful for summer at its core
YOU ARE READING
of other wrongs, sins and songs
Poetrypoems about broken homes, friendzones, death, everything your heart does not desire
