12-22-15 thirty days clean
Listen closely to the chords I play for you, sweet June.
You're not like the others I've tasted.
You aren't quite as seductive as July or as shy as May.
I'm never quite ready for your love when it comes around.

Listen closely to my words at midnight, sweet June.
Your skin feels California hot but your mind is Seattle sad.
You're an in between I can't get enough of.

Listen closely to the pitter patter of the rain outside, sweet June.
I'll lie on your shoulder and ensconce myself into your safety.
Love, I'm not ready to see our last days this year.

When the fireworks of July's lust presents its drunken kisses all over my body, I hope you think of me the way I think of you, sweet June.
I'll be waiting the whole year for you.
Please don't forget about me.
- (m.m)

It's not June but fuck it xD