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Jun 2016
In the summer, we were free.
We would sit around the fire as it danced and warmed our hearts.
I would ask you to dance with me like the fire did with out hearts.
You would just smile, nothing more.
In the fall, we were hopeful.
We would walk into school with our hearts on our sleeves.
I would ask you for your coat.
You would put my heart in your sleeves.
In the winter, we were scared.
We would look at each other and smile.
I would ask if you loved her.
You would say yes.
In the spring, we were alone.
We would stay up at night with tears clouding our eyes.
I would ask if you missed her.
You wouldn't reply, just wondered why I was crying too.
Now we're here in summer again and you still wonder why I cried those nights.
I'm still young with my heart on my sleeve.
Yet, that sleeve still belongs to you.
I've loved you all these seasons,
But if I told you,
You would leave.
Stax
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