A secret usually is a secret for a reason
But this secret, is a secret,
Because if anyone should speak it
to the person, or even breath it
to the summer it'd be the end of that season
Of course I speak
In such a way because I plan to release
Before mention piece
Of information
So that the sensation
Of lies and deceit
Will leave my brain
Because I know that summer still has room for rain
And I feel summers reign in every part of my brain
So I rather be free than maintain
Summer.
I love you, I love you...
And I love you again. |
Submission Name: Missin Her
