A Baby's Doll House

Very interesting copy you got here from the heart

there she was lying on the sofa,

in place of Carbon photo

love immeasurably hit the scales from my eyes

in the middle of the room...,

salt is better then most

as a seagull heads out on the coast

leave from vegetate the inner most swell

brought to my attention out of her living hell

rub two sheets together

no matter what the weather

 voice from the ears of a baby

iron sharpened rolls through 

blessed to see the sudden atmosphere

I'm a page honored from the kingdoms' duct

frown to the suction grasp

A Bay's Doll House,

battle through the storm

curse the very day you were actually born

lift high the pale Trojan horse,

living straight through the given means

in her room she lives deep

the gathering weak

smile stay clear & take a peak

attention...mast of branded question

look straight to the sea

from a caged barbaric but interesting sleeve

down are the question we have in common

whispers in the corridor from the vent of the mind

there she sits,

spring of a charm given by an honest lad

carry on with a song..,

prances as if an elephant on a swing

cooked from the spices of host

love is the essence of her existence

look that way then look again

flirting with a magic wand then puzzled again

share through its order pulsed in a shadow

remember me in thick times as these

having something to request,

a present up their sleeve

prance as a humble horse left underneath the stand

a beautiful doll though pleasant to the eyes

blond, brown & barely alive

a show through the cover, cobwebs & disorder

to humble yourself a chief place to appeal

lovely be for those next to me

a beacon of light,

to a most hurting word to explain

follow me swift barriers in need

over the Willow yet throughout the leaves

1..,2...3.. come sit next to me

life, for a roller coaster baby grabs a hold of

mother takes the coupons,

sit a share with me the years falling the the mark on the trees

sexy spent busy as a be

her pretty little smile

yet for her energy...

grab hold of a smoke screen theme

falling through the trees

limit to Satan't busy scheme

bruising always leaving