My heart:
warm and melting.
His eyes:
glisten in the sunlight.
The sun:
beats down on our fragile shoulders.
Our warm bodies get deeper and deeper,
into the cold unforgiving waters.
Teeth chatter from the chill.
Lips begin to turn purple.
"Marco,Polo!,"
we scream across the lake.
He holds me.
His arms around my waist;
the world is finally at peace.
This boy:
perfect in every way a boy could be.
He, was my summer love.
Bella! This poem/piece reminded me of how much I love summer! <3 Nice job :)
ReplyDeleteI liked this poem a lot. I know that you showed me it during social studies and you made me read it. I gave you advice about it. :) Good job!
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