SummerA Poem by Espie
The sweet smell of summer.
The feeling of the hot air consuming you. Sweat droplets form on your face. You brush them back into your hair, Not a single strand out of place. We run into the car and you turn on the AC. After a while we get too cold and open the window. The outside air is no longer hot, As you pick up the speed it gets cooler. There's s****y music on the radio and you know the words. I look at you thinking about what's on your mind. I wonder if it's me or the girl you've been talking to. I wonder if this will even mean anything. Quietly I sit as my heart beats faster. Is this the right thing to do or have I just lost my mind? I'm not even yours, so how could I think you'd be mine?
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