The light shined down that one summer night, around the time that you said goodbye.
You left without a word and I said three words that might have cut too deep,
that made you shut the door between you and me.
You locked the door and threw away the key that was the night I lost the old me.
I should've asked you to stay,
but I let it all weigh down on me and walked home writing poems about what we used to be.
I couldn't breathe because I let it all weigh down on me.
That was the night that you killed the old me.
I hope that you will always remember that version of me.
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Sad in the Summer
Poetry*i do not own the picture to the cover photo* Sad in the summer. Don't you know that feeling when it's raining and its warm outside but nothing feels right? you feel nostalgic and you reminisce on the past. Thats what sad in the summer is going to b...
