Day 6

Started this one just singing made up lyrics on Skype:

Pretty girl, Pretty girl
The center of my whole world.
Pretty girl, Pretty girl,
Glad I gave us a whirl

This story starts from start,
8,000 miles apart.
One boy trying to get away,
One girl, she's doing the same.

Late nights filled with smoke and booze,
Neither was sure what we had to lose.
Sharing stories, laughs and song,
It was as if we always belonged.

Outside of River, I caught a glance,
Leaned in and took my chance.
Emotions alive, a feeling inside,
A door was opened, locked in for the ride.

The next night we left out the bars,
Just singing and laughing, a few shooting stars,
Rooftops and stairwells, sneaking kisses away,
Would be gone tomorrow, I just couldn't stay.

Yes, all good things must end,
But that was before Skype and the ability to 'send.'
Now, maybe this story doesn't tug at your strings,
But for her and I, it means everything.