like the warm air that breezes by
&people laughing down and high.
Singing, eating, and travelling,
these are all the things we want to be.
The temperature outside is so hot and sticky,
fans that cool down my body make me icky.
Orange, red, yellow, brown, & gold,
what does this summer bring to unfold?
I miss seeing your face. I miss hugging you. I miss kissing your soft lips. I miss everything about you. Things didn’t end on good terms at all. Too bad I’m still in love with you.