Hunger and summer sand,
Fingers talking and lonely dreams,
Summer popularity, summer stars,
Summer games.
Regret your lonely dreams,
That star necklace he gave you,
Wish you could give it back,
He’s gone now.
Regret the love.
We’ll never see him again.
Was it all a lie?
Summer popularity fades,
Summer stars weep,
Summer games have passed,
Summer isn’t here to stay.
Toss the necklace into the ocean.
Memories are gone.
View User's Journal
Hannah Horror's poems.
Pretty much mostly poetry that I write when I'm bored.
|
 |
hannahzillaa_
Community Member |
||||||||||||||||
