Love comes around in the first breeze of summer wind that your lungs inhale in. but when the love is over where are you supposed to go, their shadows lurk in your memory forever. you remember the things you didn't remember before, like their scent, all the ways they held you, the way they could pick you up when you were feeling down. the poem of the love birds goes around in your head till you feel spun and dizzy. sit and wait you cant breath, take a chance if they offer one, because they might be the one for you. i lost the one for me i don't think you should
