Well
summer is here
and were moving on
into the mysterio
of becoming sophomores
we wonder of
summer love
lost love
and tans
and hopefully nothing more
tank tops
flip flops
belly tops
drinking pop
having fun
in the summer sun
will he be
my number one?
runaway
into the night
just because
it felt so right
just in the water
in our clothes
laugh until our stomachs hurt
then laugh some more
its never old
paint our nails
funky colors
yellow
green
aqua marine
cherry gloss
on our lips
tan lines
on our hips
henna tats
on our arms
polka dot flats
and an old guitar
campfire songs
and a few smores
fall asleep on each other
this never bores
my summer with you
