Summer has always belonged to the children
poets bourne of insecurity
and righteousness
flowers of misfortune and fortitude
...
Its the loneliest moment of a winter afternoon
their eyes are holding
they can't decide who said 'I love you' last
history is approaching
...
The letter is to be read by candle light
so as to appropriately set the scene
a touch of opulence
and decadence on a grand scale
...
I.
He said
'When you think of me, what comes to mind? '
Red roses in the summer rain
...
To all the boys I've loved before
with brilliant minds
and persuasive demons
pretty faces
...
She's an Aquarius
and arrogance just doesn't seem her style
but she lives out loud
and in vivid technicolor
...
a moment in time
captured a smile that wasn't real
for, mine was never a smile
that could be captured
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Love is too young
to know what a conscience is
for, as sure as you told me you loved me
you turned me away
...
I thought she was righteous
but she was vain
too busy chasing the rainbows
in her head
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