Day 5 and I still don’t know how to use WordPress outside of posting. I should sit down and tinker with it some time this century. XD
It’s. So. Damn. Hot. Tropical countries are like ovens, and whoever left us here is going to come home to a batch of burnt brownies. 🙂 Complaints aside, this poem is even shorter than the last one. Not that I’ve grown lazy; I just felt like short and to the point worked best for something like this. But I’m an amateur writer so I’m not really one to talk.
Am I weird for putting a tune on this? I was kinda singing it as I wrote it. Yeah, I’m weird. The summer heat fries my brain sometimes.
Summer Serenade
Write my name on the sand while you’re holding my hand
While the radio’s playing our favorite band
Dip your feet in the sea as you sit next to me
Every ripple we make is a new memory
As the sun starts to set, we’re both glad that we met
Though our prints in the sand will fade, we won’t forget
It’s hard to log in when you share one PC with three brothers and two nephews, but hopefully I’ll be able to keep this up till April 30. Now excuse me while I research ways on how to plunge the world into a second Ice Age…
Nah, I’ll just go for ice cream. 18 still qualifies as being a kid, I think. 😀