Pain of Infatuation

Praying it would be the same
Hoping to never feel this way again
A moment suspended in time
Trapped in my own mind
Reliving that summer
Again and Again
Was it all pretend?
The highlights
Of your dewy skin
Our youth
Beckoning

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