5.04.2009

Same hurt, different summer.

What is it about summer that always hurts?

Sleeping to dream about you,
and I'm so tired of having to live without you
.

I found myself in the riches,
Your eyes, your lips, your hair, and you were everywhere.

I woke up in the ditches,
I hit the light and I thought you might be here, but you were nowhere
.

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