Always Wrong, But Sheepishly Right...

Don’t perceive me as a weak when I am the breeze, To touch your set crown, that is gelled, Flowing on your face, base coated to be smooth, The border around your mouth compounded, Luckily not glued, but sometimes with spikes, Hurt my weak heart to get the scratches After every close encounter, nearer to the threshold, Perceiving me as the gentle breeze is your entire fault, Praising me with the sweetest words as hard as you sought, Dreaming of me covering your naked frame to have the tickle, Come out of your haunted house to have the look of me, When I start to blow as the siren during the time of wake up call, Just pick up the momentum to kiss and break the extra branches, Those illegally occupy the space that belong to the sun brother, There are innocent kids, sucking from the contaminate milk bottles, Take them to the safest place and I want to walk on your zinging roof, And the play with the water is not fierce as the game with the fire, Though I have warned you not to perceive me as the weak, You did try to try hand shake with my fidgety emotions, You hold the keys to all my secrets, unaware of the passwords, Blinking as the infant, looking through the window, For me to get calmed to come back to you with shy smile, You and I are inseparable, whatever tribulations knock.