Some August Night
I can still feel your
lips on mine
listening to Riders on the Storm
cuddled on the couch.
we told each other our deepest secrets
we both cried
I’ll always love you
for that.
But that was three years ago
and I cant stand that goddamn song
I dont wear tie-dye anymore
and you’ve grown our your hair.
and i dont cry
in front of anyone
anymore.
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“this is the end, my only friend, the end”
“Nobody gets out of here alive”
Jim Morrison
That’s a powerful ending stanza.
Growing on is major in life. This shows it so well.
K. Bruce Florence