My summer love felt surreal.
We’d drive off in the sunset
And sneak out to watch the sunrise.
We jumped from cliffs
And swam in blue oceans.
We talked about art and literature
And theories about time and parallel universes.
We disagreed on zodiac signs and psychology and human behavior.
We agreed on religion and poetry and music.
Our love felt like it was coming straight out of a novel.
But just like the seasons,
The feelings changed,
As Dull and gloomy as the changing weather.
Time runs out for summer lovers;
It always does.
My summer love felt surreal,
And maybe it was.