Monday, April 12, 2010

summer love.

Blue skied memories
Filled with children's laughs
Green colored trees
And old photographs

You held my hand
And showed me the way
You helped me stand
Until that last, sad day

Confessions of love
In the summer time heat
Clouds floating above
Dirt gravel under feet

They say that your first
Never truly goes away
Maybe thats why I thirst
For those summer days

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