I miss those hot days with you.
Sometimes I wish you had a clue.
Sunflowers blow through the crisp sky.
Wishing the day wouldn't go by.
When I stare at the ocean.
I think of your emotions.
Maybe one day you'll realize.
That you can truly see it in my eyes.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
I miss those hot days with you.
Sometimes I wish you had a clue.
Sunflowers blow through the crisp sky.
Wishing the day wouldn't go by.
When I stare at the ocean.
I think of your emotions.
Maybe one day you'll realize.
That you can truly see it in my eyes.
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