He stood by the corner,
Like a pretty poppy
Judging my motions with a blink of his eyeballs
Caressing my brain for attention
Until I found the air smiling towards me,
I never knew an agreement was made
to uphold my gallery
not just my salary.
Wiping away my smile,
I saw nothing less than true honesty
Parading itself for decade
Yet my realization was now
I could never quench this refreshment.
Oh how sweet,
Hearing the melody of his clincher,
Like that of mother to a child
I reap his soul a thousand time.
Writer: Ruty Richy