Sunday, January 15, 2012

Sunday Morning


Do not try to be mean
It is the kindness that drags her in
9.30 in the morning
And that yellow bus is coming

He is starting to play with his guitar
And she is pretending to be his senorita
He is polishing his boot
While she is playing with the flute
He is busy making breakfast in the kitchen, preparing for the bread toast
Meanwhile she is busy lazying around playing puppets with her toes

Trying to be funny with her funny face and he is not even looking
Trying so hard to impress him by walking upside down
But all he said was "Ooh" followed by a big O yawn

The lavender smell of happiness
The sky splashes, pouring roses to her backyard

Lalala she is flying
Lalala she is jumping
And the bugs are smiling
She doesn't really care what the world says
With him lingering around, it doesn't matter anyway

2 comments:

Azim said...

do you want to be a rapper? hee

Mia said...

Hehe, maybe. Yo yo Whats up. ;)