Summer Poem by Jamie Walker

Hot weather makes me mad,
My friends aren't really my friends,
But at least I know I always have someone to tell
Of my daily tragidies

My pain in deep inside,
I don't like it when I cry,
I feel weak,
And after what he did,

I never truly felt the same,
But it was both our faults,
Why can't he see that he is my summer
And my winter,

Why can't he believe in that,
Did he get caught in a web of lies?
Or did he just do that to make it summer
For me, and the best part?

It was a lie from the beginning apparently,
so believe it,
and get on with you're pride in tact,
Just like I try to do