i’m trying to do things that read summertime like eating juicy peaches and wearing dresses and I can’t decide if I am trying too hard or if it is just happening naturally, I can’t decide if summertime is bliss or misery. It's a really hot summer afternoon and I am thinking that we haven't had a lot of these yet except for last night when it was really hard to sleep in my bed. And i thought about how much more difficult this would be if i had someone else in my bed and i imagined that nice big purple float floating along inside my pool and wouldn't it just be nice to dive into it from the deck and swim around and then after i was done swimming i could lie on the float and you would swim up and kiss me as i'm lying there. but i still hum that same fucking song over and over in my head- what a bust/ this is how the story ends/ he's* gonna turn me down and say/ can't we just be friends?
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