Basketball fun?

the day went by fast,
everything becoming a past.
waiting for to bus,
so that I and you can be us.

As i make my way to your house,
walking in this heat,
listening to my heart beat,
your voice making sweet beats.
inside me i feel excited,
because i know i'll be with you in a bit.

you open your door,
and welcomed me in,
i sat on the floor,
as we watch t.v.
feeling as if it was a drive-in.

i asked you to come,
and hang with me,
because its you,
i want to see.

we played ball,
laughed with them all,
telling you to stall,
and told you to call.

we won three games,
and its you to blame.
thank you because you came,
and everything wasnt the same.

today was great,
so many things to relate.
and so many debates,
but its good we ended late

Because I suck at writing poems about my day.