The green looks so warm under summer's beam
Is this some kind of messed up scheme?
To lure me out of my daily routine?
What am I to do now? How can I embrace?
The longing's all over my loving gaze
The martins invite me to go on a chase
Please let me go, pretty sun in the sky
I know what you're doing, but I don't know why
Stay up in the clouds and just let me pass by
YOU ARE READING
Shakespeare 2.0
PoetrySometimes I write poetry. Oftentimes when I'm in school. School sucks. --- well, I'm not in school anymore, but let's just ignore that
