Love Poem: Last Summer

Last Summer

Last Summer

Lust summer comes out of life, maybe it is mine; kind of a bad life like
Last summer comes out of life, maybe in the mind; can’t be a life alike

Hmm. My life without an Elisabeth alike, can’t nobody an Elisabeth like
Hmm. Life, mine. No. Only yours. Mine far. So gone. Distance. A yours

Yes. No. Sunrise gets off my life, life is slowly gone. Forget me. Be on
No. Yes. Sunshine gets on in life, but I can not find it. Drop me. Lives

On