I remember those sultry summer days,
The sun was as unforgiving as your jealousy,
A mark of true love that never waned.
Airless, humid nights were spent
Waiting for rain that would never come,
Waiting for love that would never satisfy,
Creating precious illusions in my mind.
Promising the world,
Will not get you the moon in return,
Only tears over broken promises,
Which are far worse than words never said.
If wanting you
Makes me vulnerable,
I'd sooner take the high-road,
Than have you hold your love over my head.