Sunny – K.B

Talking to the sun ….

 

Sunny

 

 

 

A little handsome
Boy misunderstood

Or the orb
High up
In the sky,

I can’t see
The difference.

The light,

The rays are blinding.

Youth is in the blood,

It ain’t no sport,

It’s a balance.

Hand in hand

We walk.

Sometimes
I gotta pee,

Sometimes
You make
Some peas,

Sometimes
I linger
Under your rays

Although
Never seen
When I’m alive.

Sunny,

You are gold.

Maybe we’ll die,

Maybe we’ll live.

But in any case,

Don’t forget
The cash
In the suitcase ;

When the rhymes
Pound,

I lose a few pounds,

A quarter of them
To be precise

That I go eat
Back in my
System.
Did ya know ?

That it’s cold
At night
Except in
Ma smoky room ?

We’re shared
Between fantasy
Reality,

Rarely do we see
Properly.

Therefore Sunny,
Go ahead,

One time
It’s the sun,

The other
A little
Misunderstood
Boy.

Try to
Understand
Both

And the heart
Might dance

Or sink

Like a ravishing
Dish
Full of cream

That might
Send you
To the toilet

Or to
A love plane ;

Taking
A few steps
Closer

To eternity
In your arms,

O Sunny
Sun !

 

 

K.B

 

 

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