it was my little heart that could not give
to the brittle hands that could not hold
you were so thin, i couldn't get my arms around you
with your shiny and your new
and your little stick with the loud bark
i could almost hear my tears,
taking tiny steps in the big house
you're a monster- my abuse
i'm your garden- that's my use
you used to love me-
my excuse
Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 1:19 PM UTC
it was my little heart that could not give
to the brittle hands that could not hold
you were so thin, i couldn't get my arms around you
with your shiny and your new
and your little stick with the loud bark
i could almost hear my tears,
taking tiny steps in the big house
you're a monster- my abuse
i'm your garden- that's my use
you used to love me-
my excuse