Summer Fades

Oh he says he's so intrigued

by my extensive history

of pagan rights and

criminal mischief

But I'm not sure if he cares

or just regrets that he missed it

 

So he opens his hands

to show me the scars

But then he forgets and

doesn't know where they are

And we sit back and laugh

at those false suggestions

Cause you know babe, i try

to only care about the present

 

 

Yeah he always laughs when

my eyes mist over

Cause he's not sure

if I'm sad or sober

When all I wanna do is

drive around

And let my eyes rest on

the river and clouds

 

 

His face is still, like a

statue when

I reach out, then

pull away

Decide to save those words

for a grayer day

 

 

Oh, are ya still gonne love me when

Summer fades along with the wind

 

Are ya still gonna love me

when I walk out of the dark

Just stay a while, cause I'm not sure

where we are.

Author's Note

I think this could be a song, if I could figure out a melody

Reviews

[Aimee Mahathy]

I really like this, I feel like this sometimes. My fiancee always says stuff like "Well you used to be like this when we first got together! You were so much fun!" But I was only so much fun because I was suffering with my crippling issues. Now I'm better, and I'm different. So I'm not quite sure where we are either, or where we're going to end up. I really like the soft sentiments in this, and the imperfections of the stanzas, how they're not cookie-cutter 4 by 4. :3

[loowzerX]

as per usual. excellent :)

[CherryBomb]

This poem can be detailed innto a great story!
And thats what a rye poem is all about..
Great!
It can possibly be pput into a melody in one way

[Uniqe In Many Ways]

I like this one..

[Ruth]

I think so too! lol
A classical guitar would sound nice with this, minor chords too lol
Awesome work!
xx

[Bard Constantine]

Highly appropriate for this time of year... when seasons and relationships fade to the place of dying... depressing until you realize it's all a part of how we grow... and survive...

[alan peter kelly]

can't remember where they are...sweet observation...my scars are clear for all to see...especially in the oculary...though they do not dull the blade of sight...they see beyond the ordinary...they view through walls...they cut through lies...they blaze each futile hominid disguise...they touch the past through tender glass...they see the end approaching fast...they cut a swathe through flesh and bone...til earth comes up to take them home...you do inspire me Desiree...i am glad i found you :)

[Randolf Ramos]

It stirs my senses of how is it to be what the imagery tells. I love it

[Ashesh]

Beautiful!
I just fell in love with this poem..
It's simple and vivid. Thanks for sharing.

[kij143]

I really liked this! T'was nicely written...keep writing(: