It was one hot summer afternoon in the year full of unrest
Walking in the sun was hard, a walk needed to calm the heavy chest
I had just met someone with a past, dark and full of fumes
Yet she felt like victory, satisfactory, a feeling of melodious tunes
The heat was a distraction from my feelings, felt so fast
The sun was just evilly smiling, for I felt disturbed by her past
She felt ashamed really, of her past so wild and soar
All I could see was her hair fall smoothly, as her feet were trembling on the floor
A gush of wind took me back in time, to a time where I was alone
It was then I felt the need to turn back and walk the mile again, a mile was difficult and long
I was wrong to think that her past was horrid, that I ran, lest I fall
Not two thoughts could make up for the aberrated scene I caused
Spoke about a time that was gone in the past and flames fiery
The flames were out now, clouds flew by and past was memories, memories are now old and weary