The Bully

Tonight I'll ride a flying horse,

to visit my childhood days,

feel the heavy punch of Biggy 

on my cheeks once more

and listens to the fading noises

of crowds before I shuttle my eyes.

I would clearly draw it on my canvass,

a timid boy with doodling glasses on,

witty blonde hair and oversized shirt.

as growing up gave me the chance

to paint his cheeks red and white

restricting him from danger, even though 

I knew well the days won't ever come back.

I would feel the thumps of his chest,

and hear his legs murmuring,

staggering and trembling to Biggy's voice.

I would feel the taste of my launch,

and perceive the sweet aroma of

my breakfast from Biggy's palm

while he devour my meal,

leaving me to cuddle the smell in the air.

©khalid

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