A New Meaning To June.

I see you under honey lamp light

and force my heart to stuble along the night,

my leaded feet to carry me to a place

where every goodbye hurts more and more.

I see you under these stars

and listen to only the song you sing.

I am waiting, I am waiting;

and the sun is coming too fast.

In my eyes, I only see you.

Author's Note

06.01.2014