Summer has proven to be a knife lately,it fistbumps me on its way to cause some more trouble.And yet I still can't fathom everything when the evening breeze hits me on the way back home from the club.I try to recall the exact feeling when the waves hit me, and my cousins and I jumped together,holding hands.Days haven't been the only thing which seem longer right now, its every minute ,every second that I hold my breath underwater.The words from the poems and secret messages I once wrote, suddenly haunt me as summer is no longer my muse.The smell of the old incense stick,
sticks to me throughout the whole trip even when I'm miles away from home,it's my refuge for everything summer has put me through.
YOU ARE READING
meet me in the afterglow
Poetry~white flowers and love letters you say I'm yours forever but it don't feel romantic somehow~
