a verse

Apr 11, 2008 - 21:57 PM PST

(concept of the song stolen from a friend, but I helped him with this verse )

On the swing set, I tossed, you flew,
Getting farther away, until the sway
brought your kick to my eye - black and blue.

Without my touch, you came to a halt.
But, lying in the mulch, is that really my fault?