June, July, August

This summer was meant to be yours

Warm days & chilly nights

the voice on the other side is always a comfort

Laughters and tears

The way my eyebrows move when you call my name

This summer was meant to be yours 

Junk food & television

There was always a space for you on the couch

Now and later

the unbreakable moments

This summer was meant to be for us

A fling, such a time in feelings

to be known if I had kiss those lips….

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