Season of the Sun

This never ending spiral of confusion has me lost in a deep, evergreen wood. Lust, oh so sweet on my lips has me begging for your touch, for your sinful kiss. I want to drown in your eyes, your kindness so caring, one last time before you disappear. My mask of lies, my tear filled loathe of myself, gives the summer a bittersweet taste.





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