In Your Basement

Time-driven months
Followed by a not-so-endless summer.
Sitting, eating and sleeping
In your basement.

Fantasies glowed upon the
Cracked T.V. screen while
The buttered popcorn found
Its was. . . all over me.

Care rides of thrill and terror
With non-stop giggling (sorry!)
Emitted due to nervous flutters.
You were the calm one.

Yahoo Graffiti defeated;
The ultimate skills of
Scribbling and shouting,

Crying my lonely tears
On your black tank top.
Forever I heard whispers
Of, "It'll be okay."

Time-driven months end and
Now dawn on another not-so-endless summer.
Again to sit, eat and sleep
In your basement.