when you were mine, and it was summer.

you weren’t a summer fling.

my feelings didn’t flash and fade

as quick as fireworks on the 4th of July.

they rose and fell,

steady like breathing,

my head lifting with your chest and each morning sigh.

and when the heat beat down on us,

sweat clung to me like a homesick child,

you still kissed my cheek

and told me i was pretty.

because you were mine,

and it was summer.

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