As we watched the last
Of the Sun's rays drifting away,
My grip on your hand tightened
Hoping to make you stay
Walking past the station
Like we used to do
Summer has come to an end
For me and you.
All our old friends
And all our stupid dreams,
Just drifting away
In the month of May
Our eyes shining
With a blinding gleam,
Summer's gone
Now it seems.
YOU ARE READING
a book to pour my heart out
Poetrypoems and random drabbles i write when i feel emotional or have the time *thanks for 400+ reads :')
