little baby girl
sitting upon mother's knee
looking for swans in cloudless skies
wipe your tears
she loves you
rose petals
splashing Monet's upon raindrops
dust like lullabies on cracked fingertips
lonely little girl with star struck cries
she doesn't mean to hurt you
she loves you
forgotten little girl
chasing sugar numbed whispers & feather winged saviors
tape your little heart back together
try to remember how not to die
cause it's ok
she doesn't mean to hurt you
she just doesn't know how to love you
(I wish I may
I wish I might
I wish my mommy...loved me tonight)














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If your fingers stink don't shake my hand.
Sorry I am so late in responding...
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"Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality."
Edgar Allan Poe
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If your fingers stink don't shake my hand.
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