Change
The people that you love the most are the same people who can hurt you the worst.
i wrote this in summer.
A lingering sunset of pinks and oranges
is engulfed by the black of night
A blazing fire is a beacon of light
to all those with good intentions and gleaming eyes
A summer breeze counteracts doubts and lies
and carries whole hearted laughter on its’ wing
A sudden downpour compels one pair of tangled fingers to dance and sing
but no spirits are dampened, nor bonfires defused
A place is found where no friends are refused
people stay bundled while sweatshirts are shuffled
A spark ignites a flame so bright it can’t be muffled
two hearts are captivated by the summer heat
A firefly in summer, glows in sync to the sound of a heartbeat.
