It was the start of summer
and all the birds would sing.
The colours were blinding,
flowers smelled enticing,
and the way your perfume shaped the air
was like the perfect layer of icing
on the cake of a loved-up summer fair.
We didn't have a worry, not a thing,
carefree hearts could do anything.
We saw the sights, explored the sands.
Made love under the moons lustrous light
as we never let go of each other's hands.
It was so hot, the passion of a raindrop
sizzling upon our skin. A feeling
you couldn't top as we embraced
the summer storms and their fiercest lightning.
The memories were like houses
built of photographs, stacked so high,
we could barely reach the top.
But we couldn't stop,
we kept collecting more,
kept demanding more.
We wanted the stories to pour,
we wanted a world of recollections
that we could explore.
Until all we had
was a tower of memories
without any door.
We had forgotten
what love was really about,
we just kept amassing stories,
but they were starting
to feel watered down.
We only had a lust for more,
It didn't matter what it was,
we just wanted it plastering
on our Instagram walls.
The tower wobbling in the wind
the foundations paper thin,
blustery winds were kicking in
and soon it would fall.
When the end of summer
came to call.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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