Summer Love

May 23, 2008

A soft whisper in my ear,
as sweet as an ice cream cone,
on a sunny dayy.

It fills my ears,
floating like clouds in my head,
come out and play

Picking away at my sanity,
building and constructing my vanity,
like a construction worker,
or an opera conductor.

A gentle voice plays the rhythm of my heart-
upon my ribcage,
An angel sits in front row.

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