i watched as sunset slipped away in misty clouds above the lake and held your hand and made you laugh as evening melted all away. You make threats sound like promises that hold you to your past and the here and now will be by gones and this moment is our last. Your words they seem like quicksand, you move, it keeps you there. and the things you say sound like compliments as your fingers touch my hair. The summer's all the same here. It's quick and then it's gone. like an easy sunday lover who never stays for long.
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