The Tin ManA Poem by butterfly
There is something about him
Its all just a dream Nothing is what I want it to be in reality Yet there is something that makes me feel its him I am missing Yet I know he is dangerous Selling me a car? How do I get to his heart? He is the tin man Some one took it a long ago so, why does he wipe his feet on my mat? Some guys throw chocolate squares me and try to trip me up Some get me naked just to leave me feeling fucked What happened to the sacred love? We waited so long for the Golden State Warriors to find good luck Maybe this is what I have to do I have to go one and move One day i will forget about you However he will forever remember my love so true He is the tin man heartless and blue I just don't understand but deep inside I still long to talk to you Even Dorothy loved the tin man till the end Even they found a way to be a forever friend More fairytale fails As the sun glows the gleam pales Listen, I won't give up hope As I sit on the couch at home Looking at the missed calls from him on my screen He is the tin man nothing but a wicked made dream © 2018 butterfly |
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