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Forecast

The leaves are threatening to fall again,

dreich days replace the summer haze that I barely noticed until it was all I needed,

and then, suddenly, the sun was nowhere to be seen,

and the leaves leapt from the trees.

This does not bode well.

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Seasons Change

Orange trees,

leaning against the horizon,

days tire and go home sooner,

our world famous rainy days have returned.

I thought about the wasted summer,

how I barely made friends with the sun,

we were shy acquaintances,

and now I can barely see her face.

I drink hot chocolate,

as the trees in my yard stare me down,

waving their brittle, broken branches,

watching me write my way into trouble,

because the seasons may change,

but I never do.

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Summer Nights

The summer nights are long and light,

I used to love them,

sitting with the sun,

but now,

the never ending daylight won’t let me rest,

keeping me awake,

and aware,

of how solitary the summer becomes,

when my heart is a hostage,

that can never come home again.

Maybe,

one day,

the sun and I will sit together again,

but by then,

I will be scarred,

softly spoken,

a new kind of broken,

with nothing sweet to say.

 

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Midsummering

Hey,

sweet boy,

you think you’re the devil,

I don’t dare tell you the truth,

because I like to let you dream,

and just like me,

you need to see yourself,

through a certain frame,

waiting for yourself to be the worst,

so you can strive and thrive,

for something else.

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So,

I let you,

I wait for you,

waiting with you,

keeping quiet,

placing penny after penny,

into the holes inside your soul,

to see if I can touch the thoughts,

that will solve your mystery.

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I wrap myself around your waist,

as the world passes by,

you and I,

alone on your quad bike,

quietly closing another chapter,

swimming all night,

from sunset to sunrise,

kissing under the shadow of ancient castles,

and the mountains that move a little closer,

curious for us,

creeping down every time we close our eyes.


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