summers over

this poem is about how I miss the summer I spent in wildwood

Three months strait in the summer sun,

I spent this summer just having fun.

with the sand between my toes,

I felt free with many places to go.

The beach, the boardwalk, the sandbar,

The parties and late nights in my car.

The Night clubs, The restaurants, my best friends place,

With the horrible spring I had, I enjoyed this space. 

Finally ending a toxic three year relationship was tough,

I was lucky to move on and it wasn't too rough.

its hard to stay sad in a place like wildwood,

with so many cute guys around, who could?

I can finally enjoy myself, and just be free,

let my hair down for awhile, how tough could that be?

This young women can finally see,

just how fun it is to be me.