Summer will come again,
To touch our hair and golden our skin.
We had the eyes of the innocent
Only the ocean makes a salty mess of my dreams
What ever happened to the questions you where asking?
Where do you go when I can't reach you anymore?
God calls to me through the sunset... to tell me to be at peace.
How can I?
Dumfounded by the daily injustice.
To young to feel so withered.
You are off searching for anything that can fill the space.
Stars sit beside me and talk of your loss,
Yet you never come back to me really.
With eyes that have seen so much.
Summer has come again
Carefree days are over.
The golden haired girls that we once comprised, hide.
None of it ever seems to truly fit,
Maybe it's because I can't do math.
A little part of me that never developed.
I seem to lack a rational answer for why you stay away,
When we are the only tangible beings
not like any other.
Everything else is unrealistic and can only fade in the sun.
Hope still goldens
Fame will rust in the salt.
So hurry up and move away...
From here....
Not near everything.

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