Summer Is Gone

September 3, 2014

Summer is gone

You had to go back home.

So, now what do I do?

You left me here all alone...

So now I watch,

So now I wait,

As my heart aches,

As my heart breaks.

Will I be able...

To wait?

Or was this all...

Just fake?

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