I'm left wondering if Summer brings
Something other than heat, hovering
Over the city, it clings lovingly
Red-Iron kisses to the mistress of the season
Branded & blistered - but returned for some reason
Back to the spot & the time she was blinded by the pain
Flames marking the day you found your greatest disdain
Though you pray for rain, It was more of the same that came
Enslaved in a way. Chains cast upon your shoulders
This isn't the fun, happy, sunny time like lore of old told us
The tempature molds us, when we're alone with pressure
Diamonds In hell, truth in a cell, Messiah fell, misjudged his measure
We sit in misery begrudging pleasure. Missing it
As rays from above are kissing wits
Beaming down on all witnesses the instant it arises
Like clockwork, no delay no surprises
Wicked sun. Burning with the flames of the wicked one
But hell, Satan would fidget at the sight of these Fahrenheit digits
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Hot air singes the tree from which our casket was fitted
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But you breathed new life in me. I was constantly siphoning
The energy, enticing glee, smile flashes like lightening
It wasn't the backdrop or the lighting, the glow was all your own
Your kindness was a switchblade carving my heart into a home
I was dumbstruck when Cupid had flown over and fired
Arrows accessorize my attire. Bitten & Inspired
Love-bug sentiments muck the humid mire
Lucidity hazed by desire
Clarity daze. Mine at least you were barely phased...
I feel you never got to the stage where Luv was your Rage
The point you feel you're insane for thoughts of your lover...Newborn minutes mark refrain
Their name the thing you chant to get you through your day
Visions of their face a cure to meloncholy & dismay
We met last summer & this May you left without a word
Just the sight of your back as you turned yelling obscenities absurd
Telling me what I deserve for not living to your standards
"Psuedo-gentleman" lacking aptitude for courtship & manners
"A fucking disaster" that's what you called it...
Maybe it was me perhaps I never saw it
Or could it be you hid discontent, mixed love & Gin,
Rekindled an old flame and fucked with him,
You're oh so fluent in lame excuses,
You Couldn't tame your loose lips
Calling me fucking clueless...
Then walking out of the door..
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Walking out of my life like all that came before...
Summer.