every summer - US
A poem to the boy I only see in the summertime.
By Jolene NoackPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
The timer says: eighty-eight days,
until I leave to got back home.
Enjoying the rest in my own pace,
oh - I wish I would have known.
The beautiful spots around my house,
YOU living a minute away from me.
Looking up into the clouds,
finally feeling free.
I met you really unexpected,
was not looking to fall in love.
Realized how fast we connected,
now the end is getting though.
Oh - I wish we had more time,
but I will be back when the sun starts to shine.
About the Creator
Jolene Noack
Hey :)
I am Jolene, 20 years and I am originally from Germany but now living in California. I always enjoyed writing poems, storys or (when I was younger) fanfictions, hehe. I am happy to be part of the community. <3
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