Sunday, November 1, 2009

Fantasies of the Broken Doll

You don't appear broken, but I want to fix you.

I will pull you aside,
Look into your brown eyes
And pray that you meant
What you said.

Truth, the vertex
That would hold us together, or
The crushing,
Crushing anvil
That will make me bawl and snivel;

I want
To take your hand in mine,

Spend hours with you
In my little pawn shop;
Stitch you up,
Turn your hidden frown
Into a smile...

I want to fix you, though you don't appear broken.

I'm so in love,
It's not even funny.

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