The Summer

The Summer

A Poem by BreannaAutumn

Her eyes were fierce and vividly wild
She held her head high
and hardly ever smiled
but when she did 
it was what made my heart melt
And even though she hadn't seen,
I was in dire need of her help
She kissed away my fears 
and made me feel real
She saw through my lies 
and showed me how to heal
She pursued nothing more 
than the pit of my heart
little did she know her own 
was a work of art
She gathered her things
without a single word
She left for the week 
and what was left of the summer
As the crowd died away
the image of her turned to fade
And just like that she died away
i tried to save her but 
she couldn't see
She had to love herself before 
she loved me

© 2015 BreannaAutumn

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Very deep write but before you can love someone you must love who you are first to express love so honestly I'm seeking the friendship of good writers like yourself to read and remark on my poetry as art. Your are very good what I seen so far.

Posted 2 Years Ago

ah, the poetic purge following the death of the dog days. classic stuff.

Posted 2 Years Ago

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Added on August 7, 2015
Last Updated on August 7, 2015



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Hey everyone. I'm Breanna and I'm 19 years old. I'm a college student. I'm bisexual, so you will find alternating genders in my writing. If you write a review on a piece of mine I will do the same for.. more..