A Poem For Myself

Posted by BuryTheWorries at 1:50 AM
3/3/10

Lonely and in the corner
a gaze harder than stone.
Unaware of your own regression,
you’re dancing on your own.
A tiny doll, in a tattered dress
Propped upon the shelf.
Honey I’ve got no remedy
you’ve got to help yourself.


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