The Girl He Likes
Sometimes I don't know how to act
When I haven't seen you in a while;
A sunflower as bright as you
Makes me shy in your garden 'til night.
Sometimes my words are not exact
When I see your beautiful smile;
I'm a chasing rainbow splashing
In your golden pot of delight.
Sometimes I don't know what to do
With these feelings I have inside;
In pink you're dancing that spicy salsa
That I want to lick and touch.
Sometimes my ways may confuse you
With what I share and seem to hide;
Like a young boy throwing rocks
At the girl he likes so much.
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2008
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