What if our summer ends,
And you get to know me better,
Will you still hold me the way you did?
Look at me with the eyes of the past,
When the grass was greener and time didn’t pull us apart.
What happens to us in our fall,
When life starts shedding its colors,
Will you still come back and give me a kiss?
Watch over me as the things unfold,
And wait for our winter to come.
And what happens if the bubble bursts,
If the stars realign and fantasies reduce to dust.
Will you see me like all the others?
Would I still have to run and hide,
Or will you be there by my side?
Inspired by “Your Possible Past” by Floyd and something that I saw written somewhere.
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