Half of the Summer,
You were not around
Maybe I'm waiting for a thunder,
Perhaps a sign that you're home bound.
Days without you are dry as dust
I had a hard time to adjust
Thousands of "I miss you" were sent
Honey, I really miss your sweet scent.
Even if you're away,
My soul belongs to you.
I'll meet you 4pm at the bay,
And together let's watch the sky change its hue.
--Jeannery A.
♡
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 3:20 PM UTC
Half of the Summer,
You were not around
Maybe I'm waiting for a thunder,
Perhaps a sign that you're home bound.
Days without you are dry as dust
I had a hard time to adjust
Thousands of "I miss you" were sent
Honey, I really miss your sweet scent.
Even if you're away,
My soul belongs to you.
I'll meet you 4pm at the bay,
And together let's watch the sky change its hue.
--Jeannery A.
♡
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