i've realized i miss you most in the summer. when we were together, we belonged to the cold; trees would lose their leaves, winter winds would blow, but the summer was ours. it was a time when we could leave essays and exams behind and start dreaming. a time for stargazing and raindancing and treeclimbing. for the wild. for us.
i feel so out of place. in the light of a bonfire or the wind of a highway, i find myself thinking: you would have loved this. and i get lost in memories of running through a subway station, reaching for lights across the dark ocean or swinging by a lake and dangling our feet in the stars.
this has always been a seas
I see nothing wrong with walking past your house
Seven times a day
You're my inspiration, you're all I think about
Written you ten songs and a play
I always tell you I love you, before I go to bed
And when I close my eyes I see you dancing in my head
Do I freak you out?
Do I drive you nuts?
Do you hate my guts?
'Cause I'm your stalker
Stalker
I've got a lot of pictures of you on my wall
I kiss them when I wake
My friends, they despair, and they all roll their eyes
And say "For goodness sake!"
I've written you many a message, they're hidden in my top drawer
And though we've never spoken, you should know I'm yours
Do I freak yo
The Summer I Was Blonde by Dijikuru2525, literature
Literature
The Summer I Was Blonde
There was a boy I liked:
He had dark hair and a pale gaunt face and
An interest in science fiction.
He later lied to me and I was over him within a week.
I was working toward a diploma,
And enlightenment,
And world renown.
I have one of those, currently.
My hair was long,
And clean,
And as golden as the God I worshiped.
It's now short and dark.
I prayed daily,
Loved constantly,
And looked to the skies for guidance.
I'm now a blunt realist.
I created lo-fi music
With deep lyrics and
Amazing harmonies, inspired by my musical idols.
These days I produce really pretty garbage.
I photographed
Everything
To preserve moments fo