Midsummering

Hey,

sweet boy,

you think you’re the devil,

I don’t dare tell you the truth,

because I like to let you dream,

and just like me,

you need to see yourself,

through a certain frame,

waiting for yourself to be the worst,

so you can strive and thrive,

for something else.

So,

I let you,

I wait for you,

waiting with you,

keeping quiet,

placing penny after penny,

into the holes inside your soul,

to see if I can touch the thoughts,

that will solve your mystery.

I wrap myself around your waist,

as the world passes by,

you and I,

alone on your quad bike,

quietly closing another chapter,

swimming all night,

from sunset to sunrise,

kissing under the shadow of ancient castles,

and the mountains that move a little closer,

curious for us,

creeping down every time we close our eyes.

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