Melancholy ~ poems by Possessive Princess

T H I R T Y F I V E

be careful of the summer flings
the midnight calls
and the rebellious things

when the sun gives you the spotlight and you grab his attention
be aware that his encounters might benefit his worst intentions

he messed around and you fell in love
you gave him what he wanted
and that was just enough

after awhile your company gets old
and he no longer wants you to hold
he'll disappear just like that
after the summer days grow short and cold
c.r.