Summer has ended (My Dear)
Some people can't live without it
this thing called love
some people die without it
this thing meant for all
Yet I once knew it
held it.admired it then
lost it
only to find it heaven sent
once again
This thing called love
may spring in the fall
wither in the winter
and seem to last forever
in the summer
But when september springs
Death visits "The Thing"
and it dies with the fallen season
dies without a reason
Yet there is something left behind
faint yet let behind
A reminiscence in essence
of what was once there
A new standard from which all else is judged
A sinister hate with the conscience of a broken heart
A broken heart seeding the fear of denial.
If this is the faith of this thing called love
Then
next summer end
i will never love again
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