Summer

Summer

A 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?

© 2016 Espie


Author's Note

Espie
I'm actually not sure this even sounds good, but that's what a lot of people say. Let me know what you think.

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Added on October 23, 2016
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Tags: summer, warm, romance, car ride, him, her, love, romantic

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