By Maria
Date: 28 July 2000

Bliss

we were pure ignorant bliss
as we drove down PCH doing 100
the cool summer night felt good on our sunburned skin
we used to listen to the man on the radio
as he sung lulabies about broken hearts and perfect love
and we use to pretend,
as we sang along at the top of our lungs,
that we knew e x a c t l y what he meant
-we didn't-
but by the end of the summer we did