Shooting Hoops

Your hands are raised above your head
In stress, we try to hide ourselves
My show, you came I saw your face
When I get home I see the same again

We laugh with hands in tight embrace
Your eyes are like the sky
We walk along the garden aisle
To pick some vegetables we like
Words are shapes and shapes are linked
I'm a me, and you're one too
Colors pink and purple hue
One, two, three for my sick severed tongue
And cheek, a peck much less than what
It is but just as gentle
Especially, on the neck



Credits
Writer(s): Khalid Malik
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