By: ALYSSA GONZALEZ
Staff Writer
From good smells, to gentle hands, and pretty eyes.
To bad memories, hurting hearts, and heavy lies.
Sometimes it’s easier to lie than tell the truth maybe I have nothing better to do.
Second day of summer and I’m already over it.
You’re only so much different from the rest, if I were being honest I’d admit to using you to fill time. A distraction for my life. I’m sorry it’s late to tell you I lied.
One light spotted brightening the whole street, making a visible scenery of how it’s so empty; but it is a pretty street. Though there is the often occurrence of a car passing by to experience the vision of its vacant beauty. They’ll drive away soon, noticing the disconsolate over shines the original nature surrounding the street. The trees, flowers, vines, and night sky make the perfect combination of a vision so nice. That is until again, they notice it’s all a lie.