Warm summers
Sitting on the portch swing
Arms crossed
Looking alike
Only memory I can seem to recall
As I sit there
Looking at the stone
That you are now
The only reminder that you where here
Wind blows, a cold chill
As I remember
I once sat beside you
Looking just like you
With a smile that came from no where
Your warm and beating heart
Grows cold and unexistent
As I sit there now
With a tear that comes from no where..
You were a perfect stranger
That I wish I got to know a little better
As I close my eyes
I'll always remember
Those blury warm summers
On the portch swing
When you were beside me ♥
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