We are two world's apart,
last I heard you birthed a baby girl.
I still wear pink on your birthday,
I love when it rains on your birthday,
it always does,
I now hate Summers more than anything,
cause it reminds of you.
pulling out the grass in school playground next to you.
I remember your feet touching mine,
I have never felt warm again.

Now you are gone
and i hate the summmer more..
we never understand how precious time is,
but i knew,
I always knew.
And now you are gone,
it hurts more.

when we both die,
we will meet at the same playground.
and i will taste the summer again.
This time, from your lips.

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