I met you in the summer.
When life was a fucking bummer.
You asked me why I cry,
But I was way too shy.
There I sat on those stairs.
Wondering if anybody cares.
You offered to talk about it,
But it was too difficult for me to admit.
Cause I was in love with you.
If only you knew!
Seeing you hold her hand
Was something I could not stand.
Watching you walk with her
Caused my mind to stir
Of ideas of you and I.
The reason why I cry.
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Bathe in Color
RomanceParis Wills is a dreamer. His father always said he got it from his mom, an artist who was unlike any other. Her virtue was painting, and Paris' is poetry. No matter where he is, Paris finds inspiration for his poems. In the summer after his soph...
