Summer nights
Summer night
With a dress, skin tight,
Not wanting to make friends,
But not wanting to fight.
Summer flight,
A golden necklace which gleams in the sun light,
I think I just might,
Spend another night wild.
Summer's bright,
The damp air is mild.
Sun rays are white.
Too strong, too intense, too bright.
Why escape, why hide?
The sight
Of purple air and green mountains
Makes me sick.
Turquoise waters and abandoned fountains
Is almost too much to handle.
It makes me sick.
I'd rather be at home at night, lighting a candle
But fate's forcing me out on adventures,
Which I don't like and which I didn't choose
To tag along on, with my so-called friend.
The booze they all ooze.
They act cool and cruise
But it'll all bruise
Them in the end.
I did show up, I did go along
On adventures, unwanted and uninvited,
But my inner light never enlightened
Me the way this does.
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Deep Thoughts in The City
PoetryThoughts that have just occured to me. Abstract, soulful, dramatic; my poems are about pretty much everything. I try to post daily :)
