Once upon a time,
in my screwed up life,
i stood beside you
for a second or two
it felt good to me.
but i don't know about you.
you don't know who i am
were in a different level,
but when i have a crummy day
your always there to say hey
and i kneel down and pray,
i am yours today
when i see your barbie doll smile
i get all wild......
Wait
i haite barbie.
lets burn you up
cut your hair
tear you appart
this sounds so fair
you made my life a living hell
how far do you go?
to make me feel so low.
this must be about Ken...just kidding...this is a very gentle whimsical poem...it made me smile...as it is creative...i like the way it turns around in the end...is this a non-fiction or fictional piece...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is another obscure poem from a creative mind to distant from the crowd for them to hear her cry. GW62