I felt eternal summer there
And ran my fingers through your hair;
And though I can't recall what for
I'd hang my camera on the door.

I locked my books with bits of string,
In a land where telephones do not ring,
And opened my windows up to hear
The babbling of students and tourists near.

I remember buying a pencil, light blue,
And drawing a picture, to give to you,
Which remains in my wallet, and when I see it I laugh
Because I drew it on the back of an old photograph.

I regret never dipping my toe in that stream,
And taking my tea without sugar or cream;
But I wish I did not uproot grass by the bunch,
And maybe then I wouldn't miss it so much.

DON'T READ THIS POEM
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For as you can see
it represents the effects
of reverse psychology

remember those days?
our faces were blushed pink
and snowflakes stuck to our hair-
dark, compared to the pureness around us

our hands were carefully laced together
underneath the lunch table
while we casually joked with (your) friends
i'd squeeze your hand-

we had a secret that everyone knew

like a smokers cough
or a cold sore upon the lips of a promiscuous woman

oh, those days,
i would like them back
but you took them in your bag
when you left forever

She is a cynic, I like to dream.
She’s calm as a current, I try not to gleam.
She prefers black, I prefer white.
I live in the day while she thrives at night.
We’re opposite as two people can be,
But I challenge you to look closer and see,
We both have thoughts profound.
When we’re together we ignore the world around.
We both view in color and we don’t fret.
Because we both love to watch the sunset.
There is no one for me, but my sweet darling, Annabelle Lee.

The Moon and the Sun
Are having such fun.