Once many summers ago my inner heart began to show
as we sat upon the shore of many, many years before
What I found was sweet and true, but what he found was nothing new.
Just as summer fades for the cold of winter crawling through the door
so too did the love of my l’amour
When we left it on the shore of many, many years before.
His eyes reminded me of a doe, but oh, I wish that I had known
What exactly was in store or that it would affect me to the bone
For as our love died, so too now must the memories of long before
The memories which once sweet change to tormentor
of this friend who once had more
in a summer many, many years before.
Without a doubt there came September,
and at once, I do remember, that our love became an ember
fading into nothing more.
But what I did not realize then, was that the one I did adore
saw me, a friend, and nothing more once we left that lovely shore
so many, many years before.
Sweet words and sweeter promises were made and said
And the thought still fills me with dread
that I allowed myself to fall so deeply for
A boy who could not see me as anything more
than the friends we became upon that shore
of many, many years before.
As we drifted farther apart
I tried to calm the anxieties of my heart
and keep them there forever more.
“I’ll never let him know,” I thought “that he was, in fact, my first l’amour.
Friendship was born upon that shore
only this and nothing more.” I told myself, my heart sore.
Then one day, one dreadful day, he met her
and fell so fast he was a blur.
While once our conversations made my mood soar
they quickly became a terrible chore
and often made the tears pour
to hear of his love for her.
Every story of every date became a story I would hate
And the story of ‘first kiss’ came with a tremendous weight
but the role of best friend was one I was willing to play forevermore
Even though I knew there wasn’t a chance to be anything more
Just to be close to the boy of many, many summers before.
I never let him know how much it hurt to let him go
Because for him, it was nothing more than a summer fling, even so
My friends slowly began to abhor
The boy who broke my heart for sure
once we left the pebbled-shore
of many, many years before.
And slowly they convinced me it would be best to end it once and for all
and so our conversations were rare, if there were any at all.
But every so often I saw in a passing stranger’s eyes once more
the sparkle that I remembered and longed for
but little would these strangers know that despite my flirtations I was heartsore
for the boy of many, many years before.
And just as all young loves do
His true love left him, and I knew
that again would come the false love of before
a shadow of the summer of years before
And so I kept myself away, still a little bit unsure
If he ever felt what I felt that summer on the seashore.
The boy was beautiful as can be
as we walked by the sea
but he never knew and never will, I swore.
Because he never could have just one amour
You see, there wasn’t only me that summer by the sea--
That summer of many, many years before.
So slowly, slowly both of them died
the love and friendship both, all because I lied,
mainly to myself, and said I could ignore
the feelings and memories of long before.
The memories I had of a summer many, many years before.
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 11:34 PM UTC
I slowly and deliberately cross
off the date on the calender. One more day
doesn't seem like such a loss to me!
I imagine myself blowing away the flickering flame
of the birthday candles.
It's almost here!
The one day that is completely mine.
The one day that it feels like
the sun, the moon, and the stars
would obey me
if I told them to.
When I can have all the fun things I want to do.
I close my eyes and wish
A secret with
But don't ask me to tell
'cuz I won't.
And like the swish of a magic spell
fading away
My day leaves behind fine memories
and new gifts.
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 11:55 PM UTC
Fireworks exploding like a million
flowers bursting into bloom
They spread their confetti of colors
like a bird spreads it's wings
I watch them zoom across the skies
and hear them boom in my ears.
Then, suddenly, I realize how small
I am in such a large world.
And for a moment
I'm truly happy
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 11:52 PM UTC
Sunshine and Warmth
gliding through my window
the freedom of summer has finally reached me
and I can feel myself getting dumber.
I soon forget about Shakespeare and fractions
And remember my love of sipping lemonade
and dripping ice cream cones
Every where I look I see things
that spring memories to my mind
like old friends popping in out of nowhere
with kind eyes and friendly words
I feel a warm breeze brush against my arm
and hear a birds early morning song.
I see the quaint charm of a summer garden,
and as I run my hands through my hair
I think how glad I am summers here.
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 11:50 PM UTC
Summer fever
runs through my veins
I'm sick of school.
GET ME OUT OF HERE.
Being an overachiever
at my grades has long since past.
The promise of freedom is tantalizingly
close but still so far
I make promises to visit friends that I might mean
but know I won't keep.
The last day seems as if it blows by
And suddenly,
Victory! Libre! FREEDOM!
I'm gone.
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 11:47 PM UTC
They say April showers
bring May flowers
but the rain isn't coming
so I'm sitting here humming
a tune as I water the daisies
The people walk past
as I stop to sniff the roses
and they think I belong with the crazies
just because they've been moving too fast
and they've forgotten so many
beautiful things are
right under our noses
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 11:43 PM UTC
Sitting on a park bench
watching the world come
back to life. The stench
of city smells from
every which way meet
my nose.
I hear the sound of feet
crunching the dying snow
underneath.
The sun peeks out
from the low moving clouds.
The fun of summer faded long ago,
but baby blossoms promise
what I already know.
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 11:41 PM UTC
The water will freeze
as it falls
The stinging winter breeze
burns my arms
I move through the door
and out of harms
way. the snow
first cold, then warm
drips on the floor.
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 11:32 PM UTC
Twinkling lights
flash across the night's sky
and my inward eye
when I think of winter.
I think of snow and blowing wind,
it makes me shiver.
Suddenly, I wish it was summer.
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 11:31 PM UTC
Changing leaves
skipping under my feet
pumpkin faces
staring up at me
corn falling
colder weather
whooooooooooshing in
Birds of a feather
fly south together
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 11:30 PM UTC