06 July 2007

Don't Rush My Summer.

Don't rush my summer.

Don't take away sunblock scents while the windows are down.

Where you find sundresses and cargo capris,

Flipflops, sandy toes, chipping polish.

Outdoor cafes without a care.

Warm sun, no coat, no regrets.

Don't rush my summer.

Leaving work to see the sky's still waiting for you in blue,

And it can feel like a Friday on a Tuesday night.

Don't rush my summer with your new ads; I'm not excited.

Show me more bathing suit bikini tops, giggling smiles,

Swimming until you can't touch any more.

Barefoot dreams.

1 comment:

Molly said...