i cross my fingers
in hope to escape you
i cannot do so in reality
but it's a possibility
in my dreams
i rest my head
desiring to forget you
and not remember your soft touch
and sweet words
my eyes grow tired
they soon close
but you remain in my thoughts
my dreams consist of you
my doubts that i ever entered yours
you could do without me
you'd be grand
we are both knowing of the fact
but me without you
that my friend
would be summer
with no heat
if summer went heatless,
what would you think?
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 9:32 PM UTC
i cross my fingers
in hope to escape you
i cannot do so in reality
but it's a possibility
in my dreams
i rest my head
desiring to forget you
and not remember your soft touch
and sweet words
my eyes grow tired
they soon close
but you remain in my thoughts
my dreams consist of you
my doubts that i ever entered yours
you could do without me
you'd be grand
we are both knowing of the fact
but me without you
that my friend
would be summer
with no heat
if summer went heatless,
what would you think?
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