Infatuation is torture, you fleeing summer sun escaping with gaining haste each day away from the other one
My summer sun your reflection is second to none and everyday I crave to be where you are if only from a distance and only as a stranger
I still keep my eyes peeled on you my sweet summer sun.
Infatuation you're cruel, my hearts aching the fall will take you
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
Infatuation is torture, you fleeing summer sun escaping with gaining haste each day away from the other one
My summer sun your reflection is second to none and everyday I crave to be where you are if only from a distance and only as a stranger
I still keep my eyes peeled on you my sweet summer sun.
Infatuation you're cruel, my hearts aching the fall will take you
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