In that summer that 
wasn't anymore,
in the mode of her 
exit, front seat,
right side for her, 
but so wrong for me.

She became a 
passenger northbound,
sad face bathed in 
the August sun,
the taste of her petulant lips,
still fresh on my own,

she couldn't look at me,
without tears welling up,
in those lovely liquid eyes,
so she sat chin up,
and stared at the paradise
where we'd spent 
our summer love,

as the taillights vanished
down the long dirt road,
she turned back once
with a sad wave,
a kiss  blown
and then she was gone.

I never saw her again.
Sometimes when I am
lost in the vast
extremes of lonely,
I am back on 
that dirt road,
just under the 
shade of the trees,
sharing that last 
kiss so tender,
eyes closed, 
heart aching
for more than fate 
could ever grant.

Summer Love.

Just reach a bit further, you can grab ahold of it.

Reaching Out

YEATYPE140

West coast tY sHi

My lululuv for yuyuyou

Rain

Yes I'm clown and i'm proud of it

“Night out” ~ New Jazz | Detroit | westcoast | trap ~ beat | chill | Lofi

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instrumental hard rap type beat music 2024 club banger vibe's

Summer Love.

Matthew Blowers