There is too much filthy, rumbling anger
for this small, peaceful quiet room.
Barbie,
I must be the Barbie.
Buddha,
I must be the Buddha, too.
So it keep it locked up,
frozen, rigid inside my tiny little Barbie body,
as if I can hold more than a room.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
There is too much filthy, rumbling anger
for this small, peaceful quiet room.
Barbie,
I must be the Barbie.
Buddha,
I must be the Buddha, too.
So it keep it locked up,
frozen, rigid inside my tiny little Barbie body,
as if I can hold more than a room.