Denim jeans on summers.
Blue was the theme.
The sky showed support,
So did the neighbourhood.
Struck by yours beauty,
I ran and get caught in your dimples.
Call it a scent.
The drop warmed us when we walk together.
Together through the streets of the town.
The scent started to fade slowly.
I wanted the taste of your scent.
But you never applied the same.
I longed for the smell.
But I'll never get it back.
The drops gave me cold.
For now I walk alone.
Oh! how I wish you stayed the same.