Ready for the time of year
Where little faerie bugs hum in your ear?
Remember the summers
Where everything was exciting,
Our hearts igniting,
And there was no dream of fighting?
I recall the past
Where our feelings were true,
Forever wanting them to last.
And now we're here.
I feel your denial coming in quite clear.
The summers are not warm,
They're cold.
Longing for the days of old.
'Tis a shame,
For my summers never end.
I want you now
Just like I wanted you then.
But I'll wait for you to be done playing pretend,
So we can get on with the greater joys again.
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