Summer dances in my head
As if I were in a dream
I acn't believe I'm still with you , I felt all the pain, and then I woke up and never felt the same.
The changing had made me a better person, and then i could see through you and find out how you really was, how could i be so stupid and end up with a nother jerk like the last ones.
Blurs. Patterned blurs. All I remember is the blue, the fire, the trees, you
Leaves fall down. Floating, gently. Carpet. Carpet of crispy brown mush. I stamp upon it. Who cares?

close to a haiku, but a very good two line poem. doesn't need a title
either. I see a budding talent here. don't stop.
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thats was a really good poem it follows everything that happen me this summer and how i felt after
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Stop telling me how you feel; show me your pain. CRI