It feels like summer,
heated, burning, brightly stinging, no air at times.
and only for a little moments it cools off just like its short nights.
seasons are fading into each other, tangled with our feelings for one another.
laying on the edge of the highest mountain
looking down at what we can’t see.
celebrating those minutes of love
after tearing up into doubt and it seems
we don’t share the same ground.
It weights so much going up the mountain but
gravity makes it easier going down.
Do you think we will make it together for another round,
or one of us is going to fade between the clouds.
Please, tell me it’s just a summer then things are going to shape a cooler colors.