Dear dolly,
you always seem so jolly.
I wonder if your smile is pure
Or if you just stitched it as a temporary cure
For all the madness that has been flowing through
Your soul that has never coexisted
with your fabricated flesh
I ponder the way you think
and the reason why you never blink
But you seem to look good in pink
Didn't think you'll love the dark shade of red
splashed through the sheets of a bed
From your blade's sharp end
***I wonder who'll you ****** tonight***
since the moon is out without a bite
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
Dear dolly,
you always seem so jolly.
I wonder if your smile is pure
Or if you just stitched it as a temporary cure
For all the madness that has been flowing through
Your soul that has never coexisted
with your fabricated flesh
I ponder the way you think
and the reason why you never blink
But you seem to look good in pink
Didn't think you'll love the dark shade of red
splashed through the sheets of a bed
From your blade's sharp end
***I wonder who'll you ****** tonight***
since the moon is out without a bite
Here's a little creepy pasta themed poem for ye... hehehe I like these scary stories... :3
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