I heard that your summer was coming
So late; so you kept all of your covers
Hidden eyes; you never really cry in public
You fed yourself lies, so much so- so hard to stomach

Your fingers are tired, you fought your battles
As a keyboard warrior; he gave you no reply
And you wondered why; seeing how love is so blind
You’re the only one hurting- it doesn’t see both sides

Still hoping your love was a Gemini-
Both equal pairs, to love each other better
If you were both like each other; but his response is
So cold, so it will be a while for your love to find its summer
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Tell me what season is your love?