Broken I'm broken. Like a two year old's favorite toy. Like someone stomped all over me. They play with words like they play with dolls. Broken.
Doll You are the doll I wish I never had. That confused look on your face. Your stuffed arms and legs. Your cheeks all puffy and brushed with a stroke of red. Your stubby fingers. Your raggy clothes. I love you. Now, Love me back.
[`b r o k e n`] · Sun Oct 22, 2006 @ 10:37pm · 1 Comments |