June

So, I listened to Abbey Road last night. And as we all know the last song, Her Majesty cuts off mid-song. I love the rythmn of that song. And naturally, it was stuck in my head. So, everything I was thinking was along that melody of, "Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl, but she doesn't have a lot to say. Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl, but she changes from day to day..." And the first stanza or what-cha-ma-call-it came into my head before I went to bed and I typed it into my phone.

And in accordance with my writing philosphy of: "Think, expand, write" this was born as precisely 3:14 p.m. June 23rd, on an overcast afternoon. In my basement, while I was listening to the Foo Fighters. And now it is all done.

Man, they just grow up so fast these days.

Come June I am going
To tell you that
You are pretty
I just have to get
The courage first

I have to find
The correct words
And perfect moment

To take your hand
And look into your
Olive green eyes

To take this crush
And give it
A new name

I am counting down
The days till June
On the calendar
Taped to my wall

Because I can not wait
To tell you that
You are pretty
I just have to wait
For June to come