When I was Eight,
When I hear the word Summer,
I can hear the Waves,
The Splashes of children,
The Mist,
The Breeze of an Ocean
I can See the Sun,
Feeling it on my
Skin, it feels so good
When it's within
The Sand,
The Beautiful sand,
The Perfect Clear Blue Sky,
The Perfect Time
The Perfect Time to
Enjoy Something,
Something you enjoy
But now,
It's the Time,
Time to Enjoy.
Why were the Splashes gone?
Where is the Rising Sun?
The Sound of the
Waves?
The Perfect Blue Sky?
Splashes were turned to Fire
The Sun was Burning my Skin,
The waves started to Drown me
The Blue Sky,
Losing It's Color.
What Have I done?
When did Winter begun?
Am I lost?
Where is the Sunshine?
I have missed Summer.
With all the Sleepless nights,
I have cried.
I have missed my Summer
I lost my World.
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Poetry❝my tears and heart started to write down their own words 'cause my hands refused to do so.❞ Highest Rank: #41 on Poetry by 7-7-17 Written by ellethetic COMPLETED
