Summers Time
I run down this road,
look to my left,
then to my right,
Nothings there anymore.
I go to the beach,
and what I got was burned.
I follow you all the way,
but I was out of Reach.
Hoping, watching everyone else,
have their fun.
Seem so distant but right there.
What do I have?
Don't know anymore.
But who does a Freak have,
but oneself.
Why do words hurt so much?
Who will be there with me?
The Waves of the Ocean,
and the sand on my feet.
If only I could walk on the Shore again,
and look into your eyes,
and just hold onto this moment forever.
But after these Boys of Summer,
you look with favor are gone.
I will always be here.
Go back to the beach.
Copyright © Eric Urbas | Year Posted 2009
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