Summer Memories: A Poetic Journey of Longing and Waiting

Summer went away. Still the United States. I play it cool with the best stuff and I wait patiently. He’s gonna notice me. It’s okay with the best difference anyway, I hear it and you voice, you’re smoking with your voice. Touch my phone as it fits your face. I didn’t choose it down. I dream of getting out. There’s just one who can make me see all my days.

Sprinkler splashes in five days. As she’s awaiting ages to see. You may search so far. Are you better body just to learn and you never care. You on your own kid, you always happen. I see the great escape. So on Daisy, may I pick the pale here? I see now mine something different from riding in my room, I play my songs in the park and mine. Alright.