Our love isn't over
We've only just begun
When the smoke clears, I hope
You feel the summer burning in you
The heat when it touches your skin
And you stop to think
I've smoked too many cigarettes
Seen too many fights
I've drank too many drinks
Seen too many wild nights
Now I see strangers waving
Life is a painting
Times are changing
Beauty is fading.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 23rd, 2021 16:16
- Category: Unclassified
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