• Summer Heals a Broken Heart heart

    Summer is here.
    The season of love is gone.
    As the school year left as well,
    Vacation took its spot.

    On my face is great cheer
    For I'm not awake at dawn.
    Never to be awaken by the ringing of bells,
    Only by the warmth of a big red dot.

    I did not think of him,
    Not even once,
    And it soon became clear,
    That I had forgotten.

    My heart is no longer grim.
    My grieving is finally done.
    There are no more tears
    For summer had healed my soul.