It was the first of June when he told me he’d take me to a place where pain didn’t exist
We laid hand in hand with our feet in the sand. My heart on fire in his hands.
Summer came to an end as I fell apart choking on my swollen heart.
I know we never said forever and as I drove away on the first of September I looked back and I remembered
You were my private island underneath the palm trees where I left my worries.
Credit: I was inspired by the following songs:
Summer: Cassadee Pope
Fantasy: Alina Baraz
Woman Woman: Awolnation