When the sun goes down,
I still shade my view,
with blue hearts,
so you can’t see,
my aching eyes,
that want more than the summer,
from you.
The rest of me,
is just as crazy about you,
I bury myself under soft sand,
waiting for waves to tell me what went wrong.
I already know.
I watch you,
through blue hearts,
broken-hearted eyes,
soft sand,
and summer regrets.
It’s not your fault,
if I said yes,
to summer,
thinking it could last forever,
but I’ll always hate you,
just as much as I love you,
for being so close,
but disappearing,
with the setting sun.
Winter approaches,
with the sun,
in fleeting,
fortunate moments,
but it doesn’t feel the same on my skin.
I’ve hoarded my memories of you,
set out like a shrine,
atop the soft, sombre sand,
that knows it will never be the same,
now you’re gone.
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