08.08.2022
A poem on longing, miscommunication, and emotional closeness.
Summertime, sun might shine,
my heartbeat is fading.
Swept away, slipped right under,
simply confusing conversations.
The tears crawl back, skies that break,
missing each other, making one to five mistakes.
One too many, one to love.
Kiss me, hold me, feel my touch!
Summer night, sun still shines,
my heart is refusing to become
jaded.
lowercases, no more spaces,
mirroringyouractions,
sinceiloveyouandallofyourreflections.
From my debut poetry collection, The Summer of Longing: A Poetry Collection on Unrequited Love.
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