1/June/2016
Lovers came in August
August came right before summer
With blooming gaze and contagious lies
Showering lights throughout the windowsills.
I have a habit of repeating vowels and words that are not my own.
Slicing time, and knitting lines.
You don't seem to care at all.
With sun lit smile, and wintering eyes, you managed not to crumble and fall right before the walls.
Surrounded by lights and meteorites, you decided that summer is not for you at all.
You twist and tie our luck like our previous lovers.
Getting lost in ashy past and rusty cries.
With tightened rope and unknown facts, you've trapped me inside your mind.
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