The blue '89 Cadillac Parked on that long dirt, pebble road We sat on the hood Resting against the windshield Pull out our treasure A tub of cookie dough, a quart of milk Two loaves of french bread, a bag of sour gummy worms Pinch off pieces of food and eat them, throwing them at one another occasionally We finish it all off except for the milk Count the shooting stars together Pray that morning will never come I rest my head on your shoulder We speak no more words Still, we are lost in conversation The stars begin to fade A light appears over the mountains Your arm around my waist I'm cuddled against your side under a blanket Take a deep breath, amazing. "Good morning Beautiful" We sit up again You pull out poptarts with pink icing I smile brightly "You're so aweshome." We lay there until noon Doing nothing Except talking Then we get in your car You drive carefully What did this mean? I'm not exactly sure, but I wish I was I can't ask though We pull into the parking lot You look at me and give me playful smile Without warning your hand cups the side of my face You lean in I brush my hair away from my face You can't help but laugh I put my hand unsurely on your shoulder Your lips graze mine So softly So carefully and curious So it did mean -something- It was a wonderful night Thank you. HAHA. Writing poetry about a guy I'll probably never see again. My fake romances. HAHA. Ah well...suck it up! Don't read my journal if you hate me! I'm cool*cough cough* Yup. A'ight. Later later.