tiara
snowflakes in the summer
May 5, 2007
as i close my eyes and
say a little prayer for the day,
your face starts to haunt me
and i just can't help but
think of you
fleeting thoughts of you
echo inside my head
and letters i've already read
(written with signed paper hearts)
with words you've already said
reverberate
every kiss was even
better than the first
and every breath of you
just seem to drown me in
(the sound of your voice
lingers in the background)
we used to sing
tragedies in melody
and music in harmony
with your lithe fingers
strumming the guitar
and as my sunkissed eyes
open to a new morning,
memories of a boy in the cold summer
just leave me vulnerable
and missing you
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