Sometimes
Summer makes it easier to breathe
Sometimes
It makes it easier to leave
There's nothing to stay for
Just another day of writing poems and checking the weather
Staying up late-counting the stars
Talking to people that you know leave scars
What was bad becomes good
Perspective changes-and maybe it should
Getting caught up in glistening water and a golden sun
Missing red flags-forgetting to run
As school sneaks up again
You're forced to see what's important and who are you friends
Some things can only live in summer- friendships and summer love
As for the haze-you are forced to rise above