summer love

a fling. barakada hook ups. drinkies. road trips. a first homecoming. family affairs. the summer that was…

i want you to stay with me but without a choice i am forced to move on…

come gloomier days, specially now with all this nature outburst…

i will be rooting for you summer…

for now i will have to dance with whatever music life plays…

and find peace in knowing soon… summer, you will find your way back to me…

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