summer love
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i just wanna write love songs about a specific person in mindinstead of just a conceptbecause concepts aren't warm or tangible
Concepts don’t drive you home
The way he held me made me realize
That perhaps I was capable of feeling something like love.
Not the sappy, uniformed kind;
some raw, passionate almost illegal sort of love.
When he looked at me,
It starts with a look, a gentle embrace
A feeling of comfort as they sit face to face
Her hand on his cheek, and his in her hair
An arm across her back, just holding her there.
Past the midnight hour,
Much closer to three
Sat a young girl
Pressed up against a glaring screen.
It was summer time you see,
The internet was calling her name.
In the web of truthful lies,
