when you leave

August 2, 2015

when you leave

youll take part of me

to the pastures and olive green pines

i am so greatful youve given me your smile

i am so hapy that youve heald my sweaty hand in 107 degree weather

i am so happy that for these few weeks i got the privlage to call you mine

i dont even want to think of when you may leave

when you leave

the worlds color saturation will decreace

the bleak desert will surround me begging me to perrish

i will miss you with everything i am

every part of my being

when you leave

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