Rages against this lonely June.
I touch your skin.
Lighting bolts that define Summer heat,
Crash with nobody to hear.
And every kiss that was ever kissed,
Is wasted now your lips are numb,
Which are still burnt from last year's Sun.
I seem to re-call, feeling this with
the second snow, cold and alone.
Summer blues begin with a yawn,
You're tired from the weekend, are you tired of it all?
I know that along with these Summer blues,
Will come an infinate array of I Love Yous,
Which will pull the clouds away from the sky,
And I will forget.
Making fools of us all.
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