remembering when I use to ride
my bike through the neighborhood of life
sounding like a motorboat
with playing cards in the spokes
falling down and getting back up
riding all the way back home
hoping that you were there
to make me feel better giving me
encouragement to weather the waves
caused by the storms that I rage
you wasn’t there I believed you didn’t care
looking for you everywhere kicking cans
trough puddles in the rain to soak the pain
searching for an umbrella to block
Theses tears from falling down on me
Being so lonely aching for company
In all I see surrounding me
too young to be unhappily
scabbing over and healing
to keloid scar tissue
paddling on to the next issue
through all that has been said
out of all that has been done
honestly I swear I still miss you