Talks of changing the world
From souls still young.
Not knowing that when we’d get older
The world, as we knew it, is so much colder.
Summer plans and minivans in mid July.
Sandy shores and dance floors in my mind.
Humid nights and playful fights, with you by my side.
Playful-tones, and little Snow-cones in mid November.
Your lips on mine, hands intertwined
These days I still remember
How I wish it’d last forever
Those little snow-cones, in mid November.
