The sun is shining, the weather is hot.
Skins get darker, sweaters start to rot.
Everyone waits for this time of the year,
Where they go to beaches with a cooler full of beer.
Every night they throw parties for fun,
and every morning it’s bathing in the sun.
They go on vacations to oceans of blue,
But what my mind needs, is a vacation from you.


(c.j.)