Summer love
It
was a hot summer night
I met a guy with a broken heart,
crying
and not knowing when to stop.
It
was a hot summer day,
I
fell in love with him and his pompadour hair
Another
day to remember and the sky is grey
It
was a hot summer noon
We
were sitting, holding hands waiting for the moon
Never
will I ever think that it will end up so soon.
It
was a hot summer
Our
love was over.
He
gave me forever,
That
I will always remember.
It
was summer.
A.B
1st
of February 2012
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