person at school: do you have a tumblr?
me: no what even is that
random person you just met: do you have a tumblr?
me: yeah here's my url and my phone number and my address and my social security number, new best friend
Summer
Her name was Summer
(Which was an accurate one).
Her hair was long, curly,
And shone like the sun.
Her bright eyes sparkled
Like the babbling brook
In the park by my house
Where from laughter we shook.
Her smile was as bright
As the dark blue flower
That we would go hunt
During the long rainy showers.
Her life was not great
She hated to leave
And those bright blue eyes
Would leak like a sieve.
One day we walked
To an old willow tree
By the side of a dirt road
Where no one should be.
A bright red blur Sped down the road
And the driver was speeding, weaving,
Carrying an unbearable load.
I was frozen stock-still
As he came near
And I just knew that
He’d soon be here.
Summer knew too
And her eyes bore into mine
With that fear in her eyes
Saying all would not be fine.
She shoved me away;
I felt my back hit the tree
And I grabbed her,
Tried to pull her to me.
But that red blur was too fast,
And I not enough.
In her eyes I saw
The end would be rough.
Her name was Summer And she was only thirteen
When a weaving red car
Pinned her against the tree.
And every year I go-
Go back to that willow tree
And I know I can feel her And that she can hear me.
