The sweltering summer's heat
Consumed me the first time that we got to meet
A year in the making
But still I choked
Has my arm's missed it's target once aimed
My lips met your teeth
And all day we couldn't eat
Praying for more time
At the end of a week
When I had to leave
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 9:13 AM UTC
The sweltering summer's heat
Consumed me the first time that we got to meet
A year in the making
But still I choked
Has my arm's missed it's target once aimed
My lips met your teeth
And all day we couldn't eat
Praying for more time
At the end of a week
When I had to leave
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