Old Poem: Summer Storms

Summer Storms
When limelight touches your heart

You’re no longer a working hard

Your just like them, oh your just like them

How do you open your eye’s

And see that you’re nothing without me

Baby, I know I made you but please kiss me goodbye

Summer storms in the moon, kissing you in its… light

Summer storm just like while your smile, terrible yet moody

The way your eyes lights up so bright…and become summer storms

The way your hair blows in the wind I can’t see you but I’ve known

You for awhile, when it rains your tears shall land in my hands

Oh, cause if I hurt you. I’ll surely take the blame. You’re my summer storm

Kissing you in this rain, you’re my summer storm, summer storm

I’ve decided to hold you when you’re in pain and I will love you forever

And always…my lovely summer storm…oh cometh to me.

Why do you, why do you, why do you, why do you? If you hate me

And how can you, how can you, how can you save me…if you don’t love me?

You are my summer storm coming into my arms, holding me tight.

You are my summer storm, calling me lovely, kissing me…light

Why do you, why do you, why do you, why do you summer storm…?

You make it so hard for me to understand, but please understand that

You are not the only man that I’ve been thinking about. HEY! It’s not all about you

Summer storm! A little bit of his tears, some bits of your scars, the sound of his guitar,

The scent of his leather jacket…all mixed up inside this pot yes I’d pour it over every July hot

Mid-night sky and call it my summer storm….storm, storm, your love, yet his face…summer storm.

His lips but your taste…oh oh, summer, bitterness sweetness a fresh living paradise

It’s painful but known to so many that had to deal with it. Just hiding…inside, we

Can’t seem to reach the light no not anymore, no, no, no, no, no, not anymore

Summer storm we now all kiss the sun heated ocean waves goodbye, I, I, I’ve sweetly

Cometh up w/a plan for all of our rage to survive …but now it’s coming, we ought to

Start running. The sky in no longer hot and I’ve taken a break w/this pot, until next July

Deep dark into the night…I’d fly. The nights have no more hue of black w/in it’s blue

It’s pale w/white the snow has come to cool down the fight. Everyone settles down for now, until I love

Again, until the winters end I’d find a new guy to love… oh, oh, oh summer storms.

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