Summer

Look– you and I need to get one thing straight.
We’ve had some good times, I know we have.
You are the only one who can coax my little feet out onto pavement,
you’re the only one who can make me sweat without trying,
you bring me lemonade, popsicles and sun brewed ice tea.
You invite me to the deck for a sexy mojito,
you make me want more of you everytime you leave,
you make me want to swing off the rope under the old bridge,
you invite me to lay in the grass and watch the clouds drift by.
But you lied. You said you’d be here and that you’d stay, but you didn’t.
You barely showed up, like a shitty employee at a job they know they don’t want, you just phoned it in.
If you want me back, my freckles, my tanned bared skin, smiling from under my sun hat, you’re gonna have to work for it next year, mister.

Hey Summer, come here… «psst, don’t listen to all these people, they just have their hearts down South. Yeah yeah, I know all this rain is just you weeping at the fact that we haven’t had alot of low 70’s…»
But, yes, 1 ding for the inadequate amount of low 70’s days.

Not over yet!!! YOU STILL GOT IT IN YOU!!!

You broke my fucking heart, you son of a bitch.

The hours are too restrictive, so whenever it’s open I’m usually at work or otherwise too busy to attend. I’ll try it again next year, see if they’ve changed their schedule.

Other places got crap-​loads of summer — what’s wrong with you? At certain points this summer, people on the East coast were bursting into flames! You couldn’t spread the love?
I’m giving two stars, because I have faith. Faith that is slowly dying, but faith none the less.

Sadly I cannot give you more stars because we didnt see you much this year, but I sure did appreciate you when I was in SoCal, those summers of 109 are too hot! Please show us your 80 degree face again! Miss you tons!