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