Bare, dusty feet
Watermelon juices staining my clothes & dripping down my chin. Rusty swings so high I fly.
Waiting for my mother to take away my fun. Playing in the sunset my shadows on the horizon. Catching lighting bugs. And uttering sleepy words for into the night. Eating spaghetti's on the roof of the car. Camping on the black lawn. Waiting for life to pass me by; not wanting to grow. Picking up bugs. Who don't suspect me only see the innocence of childhood. My eyes fluttering, rainbow as they're fall. Spinning around searching for fun