#56: Waiting with Sparks

One summer turns into ten summers 

I dig now a little bit deeper

I feel earths disease 

Trying to appease me 

But I own it 

These cracks are from Me

For eating from the wrong tree,

I am one less spark without you 

Past summer may never compare 

But it still was great 

Now I wait 

For more of your love to 

Ruin me

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