I remember when we just stood under the stars,
Gaping at the moon,
I remember when you left,
Left too soon.
I picked a rose for you,
When you refused to pick me one.
I remember those warm summer days,
When we had so much fun.
You stroked my hair,
And pinned it behind my ear,
And I just smiled,
There was nothing to fear.
Then you suddenly became cold and eerie inside,
As if your heart
Just withered and died.
So you stomped out my door with the drawing I gave,
And threw it away in a bin near my safe.
Then you were mean, and certainly not good,
You called me words I so clearly understood.
So I took hold of his hand but he pulled it away,
Like the rose I gave him on that warm summer's day.