sometimes i just sit and smile, going back to the years where there only thing we cared about was horses. bareback riding, kye bay, racing, buckets on our heads for helemts, double riding, Cape Lazo, teen ranch, trail rides, picniks, getting lost, falling off. and the whole god damn time our smile was bigger then Pedros shit at the Cape Lazo Store. Everyday, every minute, our parents didnt have to second guess where we would be. Either heading up the street to Kye Bay in the summer to race, or to go to the store and get some popsycles. And still, after all those years, i find myself, day dreaming about the days when boy cooties and grades didnt mean anthing. Heck, grade seven was easy shit. i made a poem in english a long time ago that i just found the other day. And i thought, well i my as well share it with you..

Its a little something I call Love

hoof prints left behind,
washed away by the sea,
soak'n leather, jeans, and you.
i have a cowboy hat on and my good ol boots,
im breathing in the sweet salty air,
and exhaling the the memories.
and at my side, my sister.
going as fast as we can on top of our trusty steeds.

my mother used to read my fairy tales,
but ive come to realize, i dont need a happy ever after.
because ive been living the dream since day one.
hair being swept up in the wind,
love.
thats what i call it.
theres nothing but when you mount your best friend,
and your sister at your side.

i dont need a happily ever after,
nor do i need a prince charming.
ive got one already, and a sister to share my kingdom with.

Anways, i got an C+ on it because it was suposed to be about living happily ever after and have like a prince charming and shit.. But oh well.. haha. Bring Pedro over soon. ♥

you know who, ♥