I wouldn't like to be a naiad Unless I could swim through dirt Then when you ceased to breathe, I'd rest beside your corpse in earth. I wouldn't like to be a dolly. My heart filled with needles and pins. Every time you near me, They always sink further in. I wouldn't like to be a shadow. Unless I was cast in your light. So that I may be with you, Even in the darkest night. I wouldn't mind being a kiss. I don't quite make the cut. How can two lips join, If one set is sewn shut?
This is a tribute to Tim Burton. He inspired this poem and I give all credit to him.