Everything is broken
beyond repair.
Sometimes good things just
have to come to an end.
Even though it will hurt,
and it will hurt for a while
in the end,
you will be okay.
Although
I will miss
playing guitar with you,
singing with you,
sleeping under the stars
wrapped up in a blanket,
walking with you.
We used to just go,
no questions
no worries.
Just walk
hold hands
and sneak kisses on
each other's cheek.
You are my summer love,
and I will never forget you
or the way your eyes
always lit up
when I walked in the room.
With each coming summer
I will think of you
and long for your touch.
But we both know that we're okay,
and I'll see you again
someday.
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