You’re cold like lemonade,
soft like summer rain.
The shark circling my kayak,
In the night time when it’s pitch black.
The honey bee pollinating the flower bed,
One sting and you’ll be dead.
The blade of grass in the yard that’s lonely,
it makes no sense they’re not the one only.
The beer that floats inside your stomach,
keeps you happy like reaching the summit.
The long lost friend, inside your head.
The sunlight gleaming every word you’ve said.
Its not for now so keep it for later,
our favorite album is “Alligator.”
The painter paints the painted wall,
I’m the ladder begging for the fall.