Summer

The sweet smell of summer. 

The feeling of the hot air consuming you. 

Sweat droplets form on your face.

You brush them back into your hair,

Not a single strand out of place.

We run into the car and you turn on the AC.

After a while we get too cold and open the window.

The outside air is no longer hot,

As you pick up the speed it gets cooler.

There's s****y music on the radio and you know the words.

I look at you thinking about what's on your mind.

I wonder if it's me or the girl you've been talking to.

I wonder if this will even mean anything.

Quietly I sit as my heart beats faster.

Is this the right thing to do or have I just lost my mind?

I'm not even yours, so how could I think you'd be mine?

Author's Note

I'm actually not sure this even sounds good, but that's what a lot of people say. Let me know what you think.