it was a summer kind of feeling
you were a traitor kind of company
was it her?
the girl i thought?
did you find in me,
what you wanted with her?
when you first laid eyes on me
what were you seeking?
a cheesy kind of summer fling
buy me a drink one year later
maybe the heat will wear off
maybe she will forgive and forget
maybe i won't remember you at all
YOU ARE READING
the chronicle of wasted time
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