not my photograph…
These were, the last days under the sun we’d shared, and, they’re now, all I have, of you…
Last days under the sun, remember how we chased those butterflies, and with our ears, next to the leaves, to hear the trees talk? Do you remember, those days, of innocence, that are, no longer there anymore?
Last days under the sun, they were, amazing ones, and now, when I recall them, I just feel the hurt, because, from where I’m sitting, I look outward and forward, there’s, nothing but rainy, stormy skies for me.
the very LAST sunset we’d ever shared, not my photo…
Last days under the sun, how, do I hold on to them, when they’re, already, gone, just, slipped, through my fingertips, when I’d, lost you? Last days under the sun, I can only, remember, the times we’d come to share, how close we once were, and how much, I really, loved and miss you………
Last days under the sun, there’s no way of getting that back again, it’s, already, gone away, and, time is, a one-way street, and, there’s no, turning back!