The Summer

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

Reviews

[SmittyJas]

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.

[The Twin Arenas]

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