The air is getting warm again, My hair is finally growing long enough to brush against the skin on my lower back when my shirt rides up, The length you used to say you liked it at. I'm starting to smile again, But I find myself wishing you had fell in love with my smile like I had fallen in love with your laugh. Hearing you laugh was like the sun shining on my bare skin, It used to warm my body but now when I think of your laugh it feels like the sun has set my skin on fire. I saw you started smoking again, You used to talk about how your Dad would kill you if he found you smoking, but I guess you gave up sticking to his rules like you gave up on me. This time of year is reminding me of you again. But you gave up on me.
you gave up on me.
