thevermores
Summer slipped away,
like golden wine through our hands,
whispers caught in the breeze,
a love no one else understands.
Days lost in the sand,
promises made beneath the sun,
but we knew from the start,
this dream would fade into goodbye.
I gave you my mornings,
I gave you my youth,
but August is just a memory,
an echo of our truth.
Now the sun is gone,
and the warmth has died,
but in my heart, it lives on,
that August we couldn’t hide.!
