The word in the neighborhood
Was you wanted to kiss me.
You with your beautiful eyes
And playful grin.
Sometimes I would ride my bike by your house on the way to the park.
(my green girls bike with the funky handle bars and seat)
I thought it was dorky because all the cool kids rode boy bikes
Or banana seat bikes.
I was just happy to have a bike)
You would say “Hi” in that rough voice of yours.
Brunette curls just covering your left eye.
Cigarette hanging off your lip;
Laid back as could be.
You didn’t know I could see your bruises.
The ones you tried to hide.
(I hid mine too)
I was too shy to even speak so I would keep riding by
All the while holding my breath.
I never thought I was enough for anyone)
Sometimes I remember the kiss.
Just a peck on the cheek but still…….