The End of June

As I said, I realized I needed certain types of poems to tell my story now. It's a three part story, and I have about half of the middle, and almost all of the end done, but there is no beginning! So here is one I wrote to fill in the end of the beginning (make sense?)... And yes, I was listening to Meatloaf last night, but I swear I wrote this before "Hot Summer Night" came on...

The End of June

It was a hot, humid night at the end of June
The first time I met you
And while we both knew July would surely come
We couldn't wait any longer, wait any longer
The fireworks would have to fly

We put fire to fuse, sat back to watch the show
As we burned this place to the ground
The flames licked at the air, we were both unaware
That the fire's gotta burn us, fire's gonna burn us
July it seemed would never come

So we waited and we waited
It seemed like it was fated
July was finally here
How we opened the flood gates
Never thought past today
July will never end

And so the world kept turning, July kept burning
The fire will never burn out
Another hot summer night we will never forget
And I swear July will never end.