Hot ****.
Lucky number eight summers now.
How far we've gone and how we've grown.
How many more until I wear a white gown?
How many several ugly lovers has it been?
I mean, I wanted to ask how have you been?
And how come you haven’t felt it and seen?
I mean, how many years it’s been indeed.
How have you not noticed it?
I mean, wow, hot ****, this heat.
Is it summer now?
I mean, it’s almost Valentine’s now.
Where is my mind?
Do I wear it like a crown or my brow?
Where is my heart?
Is it on my lips, wrists or sleeves?
Is it holy week?
Does anyone know?
Do I jump in a creek?
Is it Valentine’s now?
Do you wanna catch a flick?
Maybe something we both dig?
Is it summer now?
**** it, never been this hot.