One of my oldest friends stayed over last night, we smoked a lot of weed while the summer sun set down in the still blue sky,we started to remember past holidays we've been on together.
I recall running around a pier and jumping of into the cold ocean together, I remember sun bating on the beautiful beach and enjoy a few mid afternoon drinks at the pub, walking along the cliff at night to make it home in time, it was all carefree fun, those summer's were great.
We both miss those summer's before life slowly started to take hold.
Now its all about night's out, work, college, money and boyfriends.
We told each other filthy things last night, things we would only do to our lover's.
It brought us closer I think, me and my friend know the bones of each other so there was no weirdness in such graphic stories.
As I told mine I remember the good times, that one time in Cairns, that time in Paris and in New York, I remember my knees were so sore from the slightly slanted floor boards, it got me thinking, will I ever love like that?
While we slept in my bed it felt as though you were there, but no one's been in my bed since you, it just felt strangely romantic and comforting.
I wanted to turn around and tickle your belly, whisper sweet nothings in your ear and have those lovely slow kisses that lead to much more...but I couldn't because it wasn't you lying next to me.
I got thinking alot last night about friend's and time's gone by.
Those summer holidays we will never have again, those friends may become quite close again but nothing so carefree like before- we've all grown up and the struggle to keep tight can sometimes be hard, but look how tight we are, why aren't we like that any more?
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Blueberry comforts me at night, I hold him tight and tell him "it just us baby, just us" and as always I can only think of you.
The times are changing once again and not to welcome it with open arm's would be a mistake.
Sooner or later I have to move away, move from my consumed despair and move into the lightness of sunshine and taste the world once more.
To my friends around the world, thank you for those summer nights.
I recall running around a pier and jumping of into the cold ocean together, I remember sun bating on the beautiful beach and enjoy a few mid afternoon drinks at the pub, walking along the cliff at night to make it home in time, it was all carefree fun, those summer's were great.
We both miss those summer's before life slowly started to take hold.
Now its all about night's out, work, college, money and boyfriends.
We told each other filthy things last night, things we would only do to our lover's.
It brought us closer I think, me and my friend know the bones of each other so there was no weirdness in such graphic stories.
As I told mine I remember the good times, that one time in Cairns, that time in Paris and in New York, I remember my knees were so sore from the slightly slanted floor boards, it got me thinking, will I ever love like that?
While we slept in my bed it felt as though you were there, but no one's been in my bed since you, it just felt strangely romantic and comforting.
I wanted to turn around and tickle your belly, whisper sweet nothings in your ear and have those lovely slow kisses that lead to much more...but I couldn't because it wasn't you lying next to me.
I got thinking alot last night about friend's and time's gone by.
Those summer holidays we will never have again, those friends may become quite close again but nothing so carefree like before- we've all grown up and the struggle to keep tight can sometimes be hard, but look how tight we are, why aren't we like that any more?
*
Blueberry comforts me at night, I hold him tight and tell him "it just us baby, just us" and as always I can only think of you.
The times are changing once again and not to welcome it with open arm's would be a mistake.
Sooner or later I have to move away, move from my consumed despair and move into the lightness of sunshine and taste the world once more.
To my friends around the world, thank you for those summer nights.
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