reflection of summer, 1
stars rained that night,
and your face was, as always, hidden behind those black frame glasses
you only confided in a cigarette now and then because your fingers were busy plucking away at that old acoustic guitar
my unshaved knees were held to my chest as i sat in the grass, in just my damp old bathing suit while
a soft summer breeze hugged me as i faithfully listened to your wandering heart play itself away;
i could swear at that moment
that everything was in its place
and your face was, as always, hidden behind those black frame glasses
you only confided in a cigarette now and then because your fingers were busy plucking away at that old acoustic guitar
my unshaved knees were held to my chest as i sat in the grass, in just my damp old bathing suit while
a soft summer breeze hugged me as i faithfully listened to your wandering heart play itself away;
i could swear at that moment
that everything was in its place