This game of Marco Polo
you mimic without shame
a wild one you are truly
your love, I can never tame
You lead me up the garden path
like a teddy bear to a picnic
you crush my heart like seashells
in Mary's garden, hiding in the thicket
I am blue now, and never blow my horn
thinking still, of my love for you
I wish that I had never been born
after the fairy stories you told me
I am now just a thread bitten doll
a puppet with nothing to do
and wonder where Andy Pandy is this evening
maybe, behind the bike shed with Louby Lou
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
This game of Marco Polo
you mimic without shame
a wild one you are truly
your love, I can never tame
You lead me up the garden path
like a teddy bear to a picnic
you crush my heart like seashells
in Mary's garden, hiding in the thicket
I am blue now, and never blow my horn
thinking still, of my love for you
I wish that I had never been born
after the fairy stories you told me
I am now just a thread bitten doll
a puppet with nothing to do
and wonder where Andy Pandy is this evening
maybe, behind the bike shed with Louby Lou
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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