On blue May nights in the back, lounging on a swing and a composition in my lap, nearly alone but as calm and happy as with the company of others-
Carefree
-Dreaming a symphony of a summer. Traipsing about in a flaxen field of thoughts just shy of harvest; so swayed am I by the thought of hooky for this blissfully temperate tease. Treasuring the ink written upon my paper; dwindling school days excite on blue May nights.
Jun 29, 2011
Jun 29, 2011 at 8:48 PM UTC
On blue May nights in the back, lounging on a swing and a composition in my lap, nearly alone but as calm and happy as with the company of others-
Carefree
-Dreaming a symphony of a summer. Traipsing about in a flaxen field of thoughts just shy of harvest; so swayed am I by the thought of hooky for this blissfully temperate tease. Treasuring the ink written upon my paper; dwindling school days excite on blue May nights.
They say you spend your life trying to rewrite the first poem you fall in love with...
