Last summer we could not go anywhere
Again like kids, we made home our playground
Afraid of public spaces and the air
Suddenly all our lives had been rewound
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We walked the same path we did senior year
To collect vices and sticks for the fire
Behind those licking flames you seemed sincere
That's when I first grasped time as a liar
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The voice the same, the eyes slightly matured
Talking comes easier than drinking now
This time no intentions can be obscured
Our connection deeper than youth allowed
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The smell of smoke clung to the shirt I wore
In it I slept, thinking of what we swore
About the Creator
Kris H.
She/Her
Been trying my hand at this poetry thing lately. Felt cute, might delete later.
It's a work in progress, but follow me on instagram @poorattemptsatpoetry
Much appreciated!
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