Summer Of ‘14
Sunlight beams through blackberry bushes,
As you lean in to steal a kiss.
The summer air, sweet to the touch,
Your mouth, sweet to taste, pure bliss.
But why did you let our joy go to waste,
Turning our moments to bitter disgrace?
Now the blackberries taste like poison on my tongue,
And the sky, once bright, feels far too young.
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