Balmy Summer Day MAG

April 25, 2011
By White.Roses DIAMOND, West Chester, Ohio
White.Roses DIAMOND, West Chester, Ohio
51 articles 2 photos 11 comments

The flawlessness of happiness
On that balmy summer day
Leaves footprints in my aching heart
When I recall how carelessly we played

Dancing and laughing
Oh, our souls were lifted with glee
On that balmy summer day
Playing our little games; just you and me

Your father, he was like my own
But the distance between us is now long
And the love between us fell apart
Like music, without song

Drinking lemonade in the evening
Won't ever be the same
There won't be another balmy summer
Because we decided to play that game

I walk up the aisle on this very day
In my guilty suit and tie
A paper dangling from my hand
Oh, the writing holds no lie

On that balmy summer day
I knew I should have been careful
And now I walk up to the front of the church
Wishing for opportunity to be prayerful

The guilt, it eats me alive inside
Even though I am innocent, it's true
The mournful glances from the congregation
Remind me of what I've done to you

My hands sweat and my knees tremble
Through my mind burn flashbacks of the day
It was only one balmy summer afternoon
But the memories will never fade away

I set the folded paper on your resting place
And my heart, it nearly exploded
On the sheet I wrote, with a shaking hand
“I didn't know it was loaded.”

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Merveille GOLD said...
on Jun. 14 2015 at 11:58 am
Merveille GOLD, Fulham, Other
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if i were ever to shoot a friend, i'll hope they rest in peace knowing "i didn't know it was loaded".not sure if the gun is metaphorical but good peice

on Dec. 5 2013 at 4:36 pm
Rebel21 PLATINUM, St. Catharines, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Where there is desire, there is gonna be a flame,
Where there is a flame someone's bound to get burned.
Just because it burns doesn't mean you're gonna die,
You've got to get up and try.

I am stunned. Completely in awe. This very short story was written so beautifully and so complex that I felt I had experienced it myself. Just amazing thank you for this.

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