This poem doesn't have a title, sorry.
What once was lost,
Now is found,
Like a little toy solider,
A I am unwound
My heart has been fixed,
My frown replaced,
Someone to hold me tight,
Keep me safe.
He keeps me smiling,
There is never a frown,
Makes my heart skip beats,
Without making a sound.
I'm broken and useless,
Not too cute, Not too bright,
He loves me for that,
Even stays up all night.
Thank you
For fixing me,
Thank you again,
Thank you for loving me,
My new boyfriend.
 Peprika · Fri May 30, 2008 @ 11:55pm · 1 Comments |
