Down at basketball court with half hearted.
The hands i used to play ball wasn't the same.
It's shaking with fear, the fear losing something.
No it is the fear of losing someone.
Did the person turn and look, it really matters.
Kept on turning 45 degrees but why is she invisible.
Am i playing too badly or is it "there's nothing much see"
I am doubted every expression she's giving.
What do i can.
Tears mixed sweat behind backs.
Emotion doesn't gives anyway to the truth.
Off the sweats another, just another day.
I wait for the day
When smiles could be visualized.
When I can tell myself I have done my best and that's the best ending.
By that time bucket would be prepared.
But at least it not for blood.
I really cherish the time we have at basketball courts.
Could the time be reversed.
Whack me with the basketball.