A Sumer's Night Poem by Victoria Lee

A summer's night.which I have never
seen. all the more cunning among
the countless entities.
So caculated. I can break you
down in to an imaginary number.
And all you can do is fum.
I stay rich. and caculated

'But not for long'
-Who said that?
I want an answer, so tell me a lie.
No need to sincerly think it through
Because the drawings on the
wall choose my destany.
So I knowingly
spelled it wrong.
As a result you made
a cacophany of musical notes.
to match my misfortune of doing it
wrong.

A winter's night. only to me a second
past.
But I am weathered by the
time.
It is hard, because i made it so.

I want to keep draging it out. like a game of chess. that
I have no hope of winning.
Just a tittle. which I flirt with
to have my way.-a little-

I was so caculated.
I turned my long-hand
into sorrow.
But I'm not sorry