The last night of Summer,
Closing eyes on herself.
Leaves start changing colors,
A charismatic wealth.
The moon still remaining,
Perched high in the sky.
As the last rose of Summer,
It withers and dies.
The last kiss of Summer,
That was two years ago.
Puckering up for your poison,
Wish I knew what I now know.
But it takes being defeated,
More times then none.
To really appreciate,
The Summer's last sun.