Summer love.

Antoinette

And as usual I find

that the summer does not lift. 

No, really it's just a hot mass

of warm, heavy air constructing a rift. 

A division between myself and 

Sanity. Oh, everyone else thinks there's some shift. 

Some improvement on the mood, whatever

Else they can be bothered to gift. 

Not saying that summer has come but it's 

On it's way and that's just up-lift-

-Ing. 

  • Author: Antoinette (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 14th, 2017 12:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: -Just a short one. Hope you like it.
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  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed



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