Summer nights
Too hot
Sweat drips
Down my neck
Making me want to vomit
I toss
I turn
I attempt
To ignore
The rolling
Of my stomach
That won't stop
And only gets worse
When i move
Even a fraction
Of an inch
The music
Lessens the pain
Lessens the sickness
That wants to escape
I want to escape
To somewhere
Where the nights
Are cooler
Where the sickness
Isn't making my stomach roll
Where the moon is
The true beauty of night
Not a sign
That the sickness of night
Isn't over yet

That's another great poem, Dani. ^^

You must live somewhere where it gets really hot during summer.

So far my summer has been 60 degrees. Haha

But great poem nonetheless.

Thanks everyone. And Hailey yeah it's been in the high 90's every day. Its only like 87 at night.