Sixteenth

You shine like the sunshine bright, 

But the summer is already here;

You touch me like the cool wind so light;

But it already was an icy cold night.

 

You walk back in when its no more in me,

I have left those memories to stay alone;

They'll get tired of all the waiting,

It won't be long before they'll be gone.

You were a warm spring that went its own way,

With each passing autumn I have lesser to say;

I won't be able to tear off your page away,

But I'll have a new story..some another day.