People From My Past

Summer, while it should be the time of our lives, can sometimes turn into a bore.

There's no excitement

Where is the enlightenment?

I can't do this all alone

I should be elated

But I'm feeling kinda hated

Underrated

Faded

This reality will soon turn into an old disturbance

I need something to pump some adrenaline through all our hearts

So people from my past 

Your presence would be appreciated 

And hurry up now

Your visit is already belated

Author's Note

I don't usually rhyme, but I'd thought I'd give it a try, so feedback on that would be nice. Criticism appreciated :)

Reviews

[Vicki]

I really like how the structure of this adds to the urge of the poem. I like it a lot keep doing what you're doing!

[thelux]

Thank you very much! I really appreciate it.