She fell asleep in my arms, in my sweater, at her house
And the fires on, that I didn’t start, but somehow she knew how
And I’m back to writing poems that remind me of ourselves
And the fires dying down but I was supposed to leave at twelve
Just sometime in the summertime I remember your mine
I don’t want to be a reflection where you say “I miss that time”
Because you’re my future, I love you forever, you’ll always be mine.
Little new here but hers a poem I wrote last night what do you guys think;
Mine
She fell asleep in my arms, in my sweater, at her house
And the fires on, that I didn’t start, but somehow she knew how
And I’m back to writing poems that remind me of ourselves
And the fires dying down but I was supposed to leave at twelve
Just sometime in the summertime I remember your mine
I don’t want to be a reflection where you say “I miss that time”
Because you’re my future, I love you forever, you’ll always be mine.