BlehA Poem by The Glassface
When everything you touch is twisted
You're down on the inside Don't come running to me for joy I'm just a shattered plaything Everything you don't believe in Comes crashing down your door Santa wants a reward I don't know how to explain The obviously broken world I don't intent to sit here I don't know how we arrived What brings you to my store? I've got treasures inside Never seen before I'll do everything for you my friend All of it and more Just for a glimpse of that smile Again © 2010 The Glassface |
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