Stapleton Shoulder Length Summer
I remember,How your hair would,
Fall...
Over your face,
Sunshine spoke,
Softly.
I don't think that it ever rained,
Definitely t-shirt weather.
Wish it could have, lasted for, ever.
Blowing kisses at your front door,
And now you're just a memory,
And nothing more.
I'll just write your name a hundred times,
Across this page today,
I'm okay.
It's all okay.
Contact came in,
Flights of paper,
Aereoplanes.
Built them up and,
Sent them on but,
Simple sentiments,
Crashed and burned.
These unfinished structures,
Praised architects and looked so good,
On paper,
But now just stand as monuments.
Forgotten summer,
Blowing kisses at your front door,
And now you're just a memory,
And nothing more.
I'll just write your name a hundred times,
Across this page today,
I'm okay.
It's all okay.
