It's June and I'm askew
Is what I wished I said when you asked me how are you
it's June and I'm waiting on the end to hear my future premonition
it's June and am still hanging on to a year old dream of you
a year older yet still naive
on the eve of the day you and I went astray
I weave stories in my head of how it should have ended
The phrase everyone one says when they unite in matrimony
that whimsical fairytale whisked itself away
into a frothy mixture called
life


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