Summerle

What summer is like for me, a beautiful simile

To me

Summer tastes like

How peaches smell.

God-sent, 

Sweet,

And heavy,

The kind of heat

That makes eyes hang low

Beneath tinted glasses

And a heart beat slow

To a lazy strum.

To me, 

Summer looks like

Paper and fans,

Cartrips

And sand

That gets all over.

Summer is

Neatly a mess

Bright sky eyes,

Humid, horrid heat hair,

And a sticky smile.

To me,

Summer feels like a road

That sings off-key for miles

Then curves,

Smoothly,

Bit bumpy at the end,

And lands you

In a puddle called

September.

But for now, 

Summer sounds like

A familiar stranger

Whispering

"Grow as fast

As you can..."

For summer doesn't last forever

It's a short lived

Never land