The bright summer sun warms my skin
instead of energy, it puts me to sleep
Gone are the days, id run and play
And the joy i wish i could keep
The smell in the air is nostalgic
Of a memory just out of reach
Not sure if its real or i dreamt it
But its of one i can no longer see
Is the laughter from my past a real sound?
Or something id wished i had heard?
Memories fade so much with time
And recalling them seems so absurd
You havent been here for a while
These memories keep coming in waves
Feeling so lost yet familiar
Something i cant get back or replace
Jun 2, 2024
Jun 2, 2024 at 5:47 AM UTC
The bright summer sun warms my skin
instead of energy, it puts me to sleep
Gone are the days, id run and play
And the joy i wish i could keep
The smell in the air is nostalgic
Of a memory just out of reach
Not sure if its real or i dreamt it
But its of one i can no longer see
Is the laughter from my past a real sound?
Or something id wished i had heard?
Memories fade so much with time
And recalling them seems so absurd
You havent been here for a while
These memories keep coming in waves
Feeling so lost yet familiar
Something i cant get back or replace
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