Summer is Coming
Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags, I've come to know that memories Were the best things you ever had The summer shone beat down on bony backs So far from home where the ocean stood Down...
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Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags, I've come to know that memories Were the best things you ever had The summer shone beat down on bony backs So far from home where the ocean stood Down...
Look I know its summer outside And emotions are flying high, High and dry As I stick in your mind But its winter by my side. Feel fuzzy on the inside But that ain't love, I won't fit like a glove.
Steaming sizzling hot. Ice lollie hits the spot. Sun glistening on skin. Relaxation setting in. Breeze blowing through hair. Walking without a care. Girls in tiny skirts. Men without there shirts.
HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys. If there has, take him out, without making a noise. Hang the Almanac's cheat and the Catalogue's spite. Old Time is a liar. We're twenty to-night.
You never think about how close you are to being a grown up until its almost here. To me graduation and jobs and everything was so far away,distant and nothing to worry about.
Wanted: Best friend Duties and skills Laugh so hard your face goes red Laugh even harder When you forget why your laughing Bake cakes with me Talk with me til our jaws hurt Make my house your second...
Why is it that we have this feeling towards our past. Is it because we truly loved it, or is it because we're afraid of what's ahead, or does our past just give us comfort.
I miss you already. Ten minutes gone and you're growing cold, Gone is your chance to ever be old, I miss you. A silly chance, A dare on a rainbow, Nothing playful, only honour, At that time.
It is only now that I'm starting to appreciate the phrase 'Young at heart'.
Beer and afternoons well spent in pleasure and good company consumed, taken in at leisure time not passing nor the need of life's petty, grey attachments borne out from necessity leave us lone with...
So, you're 18 and society asks you...what do you want to do for the rest of your life. You stop and you think, who am I. Right now you are finding yourself.