Last Summer

by goldie   Feb 25, 2006


The summer heat.
the summer memories
the summer days where we use to play.
the summer breeze that we always wanted.
the summer we thought that was going to be perfect.
We were wrong...
I was wrong...
A guy came into your life and now your friends mean nothing.
We know.
You wish we didn't.
We want you back...
Back to your old self.
The way it use to be...
last summer.

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