Sweet Sunday Boy

Corin Lett

Hardly can express to you
Thrilled to go play outside
Cliff side of the Japanese garden
Stiff rocks at edges
You mudded me shouting
Screaming what bad about
When never see your parent again
When called Howard Powered repeatedly
I could not help but asked you to jump fly over down to the earth
Violent soccer players breathing harshly training
You a solace track runner, my hero
Did you hear my staring at you?
I sensed your eyes upon me at each moment we spared all day long

Got closer at the stadium today than we were by the river last summer
Fresh sunray breezed upon me under the drizzling sky
A purple car I will paint for next time

by helenree
posted on 10/24/2010