Sunday, 24 August 2014

I AM YOURS




You can snatch my band
Make my hair disheveled.
Tease me in every way
But my pain would hurt you like hell.

You can break my toys
You can hide my dolls
Push me far entire day
But would still miss me as night crawls.

You can call me fatso
And names having no sense
Shout out that I am ugly
But still I am your princess.

Swing me with all your might
Make funny ghostly calls.
Scare me to the extreme
But will never ever let me fall.

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