You and me
We are a summer thing
But every year I always come back
To our lovely fling
And every year
Before summer ends,
We say our goodbyes
To each other and the summer's sweet caress.
But this year
When you leave
Our jokes are forced
And a little bittersweet
Because I'm happy to have seen you
To kiss without a reason why
But when I get home
The sweet part of bittersweet fades away,
And I start to cry.
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Poems - because words rhyme
PoetryPoems, because words rhyme. There is nothing more satisfying than the perfectly wrapped-up limerick... other than a personal look at a friend's feelings. Please enjoy.
