Our love is the burning august sun
Bowing to September nights
Setting
Everyone's captivated
Affection fizzling out
Tinges of orange
Our molten feelings
Cooling now
We illuminate them
Kissing their edges
With yellow candle light
A faded reminder
Of our radiance
Our love
Nothing but a setting sun
Destined to rise again
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
Our love is the burning august sun
Bowing to September nights
Setting
Everyone's captivated
Affection fizzling out
Tinges of orange
Our molten feelings
Cooling now
We illuminate them
Kissing their edges
With yellow candle light
A faded reminder
Of our radiance
Our love
Nothing but a setting sun
Destined to rise again
Tell me we can make it.
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