Deep Thoughts

Summer's End

I can't kiss you, in the end I'll just miss you.

You used to tell me to count the stars, instead of my scars.

But will I remember, when you leave in December?

All that you taught me, about accepting who I was meant to be.

You planted those wild flowers, to remind me of the love that was only ours.

Summer's come to an end, its the one season I wish I could suspend.

Hanging forever in the between, of what you and me could have been.