Ballads of Summer

Love is a feeling and falling for it is a choice. Sometimes love just strikes you like a lightning and sometimes it knocks you down like a punch from a boxer. I just breathe down and flutter my lonely eyes. I looked up to him with my last big smile. His hair was styled like the first time I met him. It was dark and unruly. His almond, dark brown eyes were stained with tears. Oh, he's biting his lips as he looks down at me. I can hear the beat of his heart. So loud that it makes me deaf. He was holding my hand close to his perfect chin. As I close my eyes, cold just crawls up on me.