Santa Cruz
Bikini tied around my hips
Bare feet buried in the sand
Taste of saltwater on my lips
Jump in the waves, then run back to land
Licking powdered sugar from a funnel cake
Sun burnt shoulders, sunglasses on head
Receiving glares from the noise we make
Giggling about something the other said
Hair tangled in the wind from going fast on a ride
The sky begins to dark as bright lights turn on
We have freedom, no rules to abide
Curled on a blanket, listening on the lawn
As midnight approaches, the park begins to shutdown
We leave with the happy thought that the Boardwalk will always be around
