If I'm not related to you, who should I relate to?
The appearance of the South was unexpected
Do you miss the rode that we ride on our way to paradise?
Burning upcoming plans into slides
When the sun goes down would you hang me again?
Candles are flaming, happy birthday again
A year passes once in a lifetime over and over
Get a disappointment when the sun goes down every month
I keep recalling your name over and over
Our island gets colder and colder
Breaking my soul into two, closing my fist
I sit at the edge questioning where's my time is going?
Crumbling in chair asking where did August go?
Laying dropping aside rains at the rock where I dared to talk about you.
sorry for making you a centerfold over and over
We stood up with a cake and gift, and an accident crashed
And the first reflection that I saw was that your face was getting colder and colder.
When the sun goes down you will be in the center passed
When the sun goes down you will collapse under my window.
YOU ARE READING
August Boy
PoetryThese poems have been written with my bare hands and thoughts, and every letter holds an emotion with hidden damage. These poems are for the one who has owed my heart since the summertime. If these writings find him in a way, just let him know that...
