Isn't it strange?

was it love that changed or just people who outgrew it in the end?

Be my June -

when days drift slow,

Like sunsets that don't want to go.

Where soft winds whisper your name to me,

and time forgets where it should be.

Walk with me where rivers sleep,

the place where moonlight settles soft and deep.

Hold me close, like waves and shore

Leaving, returning, wanting more.

Let the stars pause for our tune,

Stay with me, in the heart of june.

people can go

from people you know

to people you don't