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The sharp line separating where the sun met your skin And where it was protected by your shirt is more prominent than ever Because you forgot to lather on your sunscreen. The dirt settles into a thin film Covering every inch of your body Caking into your hair making it feel Like you haven't washed your hair for days. The bugs are constantly buzzing around your face Leaving bites up and down your arms Making them itchy and irritated. But, the sunburns, dirt filled clothes, and bugs Only strengthens my love for the game.
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
Softball (free verse)
The sharp line separating where the sun met your skin And where it was protected by your shirt is more prominent than ever Because you forgot to lather on your sunscreen. The dirt settles into a thin film Covering every inch of your body Caking into your hair making it feel Like you haven't washed your hair for days. The bugs are constantly buzzing around your face Leaving bites up and down your arms Making them itchy and irritated. But, the sunburns, dirt filled clothes, and bugs Only strengthens my love for the game.
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
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