Walking with you
I hadn’t noticed the stones in my shoes
That the weather was abysmally rude
Throwing down all it had left
And so it was only then
That I noticed
I was soaked right through
And in some pain
When we went our separate ways
Shutting my front door
My hand remained poised
Until a heavy sigh
Sent me out into the rain once again
Whenever I think of you
I never choose to bleed time
I just do
The moon collapsed
And the sea never saw that coming
So the Sun took its place
And the sea dried up from bad plumbing
The Race to the Lake
They ran back
To the van
12 year old Jack found his feet very loosely tied to some railings.
His 11 year old girl-fraud proceeded to stuff newly cut grass down his trunks for the sheer love of it.
She found the whole thing hilarious. Jack was pleased that she was enjoying his company, if a little confused.
At school, the next day, he found out that half the school though he was a baldy!