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A day spent under the sun, Only for it to wallow back into its cave The feeling on my skin still on fire With that touch you gave me that day But once sunlight passes, And the cold dry winds start to blow my shoulders dip down slowly The doubt in my mind melts like snow Your eyes start to feel kinder, with words that strike like a blunt knife An old familiar feeling wells in my stomach I wonder if you'd like to be in my life But once clockwork resumes, And sleep wells up in your eyes I look towards the door, and we part ways, Under the cool darkness of the night skies Like a lowly lit candle, it simmers and brews, Yet the feeling is soon vanished, When the morrow comes creeping through A merry go round of feelings, With a thousand faces upon your skin We both know we'll never get along But I don't want to look back and think of what we could've been Perhaps one day, under the lack of stars in the sky, As we part ways- I take your hand in mine And ask you to stay longer, just for a little while Then you'd look into my eyes, searching for a sign And maybe you'd find out that I'm lonely Begging for a flame to warm me at night And just maybe you'd say "alright" Cause maybe we were both lonely That silent summer night
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Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 3:52 AM UTC
Silent Summer Night
A day spent under the sun, Only for it to wallow back into its cave The feeling on my skin still on fire With that touch you gave me that day But once sunlight passes, And the cold dry winds start to blow my shoulders dip down slowly The doubt in my mind melts like snow Your eyes start to feel kinder, with words that strike like a blunt knife An old familiar feeling wells in my stomach I wonder if you'd like to be in my life But once clockwork resumes, And sleep wells up in your eyes I look towards the door, and we part ways, Under the cool darkness of the night skies Like a lowly lit candle, it simmers and brews, Yet the feeling is soon vanished, When the morrow comes creeping through A merry go round of feelings, With a thousand faces upon your skin We both know we'll never get along But I don't want to look back and think of what we could've been Perhaps one day, under the lack of stars in the sky, As we part ways- I take your hand in mine And ask you to stay longer, just for a little while Then you'd look into my eyes, searching for a sign And maybe you'd find out that I'm lonely Begging for a flame to warm me at night And just maybe you'd say "alright" Cause maybe we were both lonely That silent summer night
I wonder if it'll last, these weak feelings of mine? I hope like seasons, summer will pass- and winter comes instead.
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Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 3:52 AM UTC
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