time to time
i die a little each time
it’s wild, it’s cruel
drowning in a pool
your blood, it’s nice
your hands, just as twice
think about your eyes
your voice
that night, july
it’s all just a rhyme
in my mind
it’s hard to think
i blink, i see you
my mood, it changes
the waves
take me places
soon, your suit
all of you
i just miss you
i hope you had
a good afternoon