I like to watch boys
From the backseat
They don't know it
But
While unaware
They allow
Their their souls to leak
They cut and smoke w Jada playing clear
Reminiscing about childhood haunts
Friends we've lost
Too tough to publicly drop a tear
Flying up 95 towards Festival Pier
Our destination near
Their laughs ringing
Warmly in my ear
I like to watch boys
From the backseat
Not saying
Some of the sweetest words
I'll never hear
©lunabrosla
L