Stuck

explanation kills the art

All my sad songs still sound like you
And I am too young to be this in love
With someone who tastes like summer rain
But breaks hearts like poison
And sometimes I find myself thinking 

Maybe you are meant for me

Like the leaves for the trees
Finding harmony in the fall
And dying in the winter.
I love you I love you I love you
Was always misconstrued 
Break me break me break me
The color of the floor when he did just that
And the sleep I couldn’t catch
When he did just that.

Author's Note

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This is really well written :) great job