A Note for kERiyaki

This is a note for kERiyaki to please,
who's there in mind for the entire minutes,
from the boy who suffers in this.

the wind wakes him in a sudden mean,
blow and blow on his tiny chin,
glows his eyes enforces his grin,
to have you lovely stick on his skin.

he wont hesitate to lay on the dark,
shall he go on shall he say yark,
careless do that he might say luck,
because you lovely stick in his hug.

how come laymen do things they dont?
how come goldsmith save things he wont?
though reflects his mirror inside,
when you lovely stick on his ride.

he doesn't see flirt he doesn't meet hurt,
he doesn't get sicked he wont be picked,
even the call stopping his breath,
or tears mourning his death,
he wont say any else,
he'll be smiling, lucky through ways.


2.19 am
16 November 2007
Friday