The late nights
Are the best ones
Walking on The Boardwalk
In our centuries old Rainbows
Our hair blond from the sun
Sitting on the bench and talking
While licking our Ice Cream
The sun setting beneath us
Quickley turns into darkness
With the stars to guide us
The water crashes on our legs
As we throw The Football around
The honey color of The Tetherball as it hits one of us
And we explode into uncontrollable Giggles
Then we are called back in
And then we Crash into a dreamless sleep
Its so simple
Yet its what we live for.