![]() summer rainA Poem by ghost writer
i still remember
the hot summer's day under the oak tree where you used to lay i still remember the smell of your hair of sunflower yellow, a quick, teasing dare. i still remember the note that you left, that you were leaving and there grew something new a split in reality, between me and you i still remember the look in your eyes the utter pain and the look of hurt surprise when i looked straight into your eyes and as i think, of these memories of you, i just relive it all over again and the summer begins to rain. © 2010 ghost writerFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on December 8, 2010 Last Updated on December 8, 2010 Author![]() ghost writersingapore, singpore(duh), SingaporeAbouti am singaporean, about 168-170 cm tall, i look really nerdy, and am omitted/ teased about most stuff, and am totally clueless about 80% of the time. i love the following bands linkin park, daugh.. more..Writing
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