Summer
Schools "out"Summers "in"
I can think of alot of good times I'll be having
I dont know where to begin
I'll be hanging out with some people
Maybe a friend or two
But hey, you never know
That person just might be you
Yes, I'm talking about you
The one with the blue green eyes
The brown "wannabe" emo hair
And don't forget the laugher full of surprise
We could mull over the options
Of what to do over the day
Or we could play the messed up game of Truth or Dare
And say the weirdest things; I like it that way
We could talk about what ever
And don't need to worry about anything at all
All you merely have to do
Is pick up the phone, and give me a call.
;)
Poetry by Sarah Mae
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Written on 2009-06-17 at 20:09
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