In the bleak months of winter
In the bedroom that wasn’t just a room
In the house that felt like a home
In those precious moments, I felt the warmth of summer
The warmth of tanned skin
Of hiking trails and laying in the sun
Of staying up late with the stars
Of kisses upon bruised shins
After the bleak months of winter
After the bedroom that wasn’t just a room
After the house that felt like a home
After those precious moments, I felt the wrath of summer
The wrath of blistered skin
Of tangling paths and the heat of the searing sun
Of the night underneath the gilded stars
Of scars accumulated on already bruised shins
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Clinging to the warmth
Ignoring the wrath
I failed to notice autumn’s approach
The seasons changed, as they always do
Summer disappeared as soon as the frigid winter winds blew