Every summer I get left behind
I get crushed
by the waves of uncertainty
Burnt
by the old mistakes still flinching
under the garish sun
Sucked into a vortex of
cooled reds and heated blues
Flooded
by the restless Ocean
I can only watch from afar.
Heartbroken
by yet another dream of love
too soft and dreary
like the porcelain skin
under cancerous sun
Shimmering
in the shadows
Waiting
for the colder days to arrive
and bring back the rain
that knows my name
too well.
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