Here I am compiling all my wackiest to saddest poems in one big bundle. It's updated very often, so keep your eye out for another addition, and enjoy!
~E.M. Flood
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I used to have a beautiful doll, Displayed on a shelf against the wall. Her eyes would closed as I lay her down, But they fluttered too many times to count.
She stared at me with her big eyes, Bright blue so clear just like the sky. In her eyes I saw a reflection, Of deep wrongful temptation.
I used to have a charming doll, Sat on the edge and never fall. Her thin lips were red as a ruby, But they smeared like blood and looked spooky.
She smiled at me with her pursed lips, Sly smile that caught me like a grip. Her lips parted and her teeth were pearly white, They were razor sharp and ready to bite.
I used to have a graceful doll, She stood alone in the dark hall. Her hands were small and delicate, But they flexed with no difficulty.
She stretched one of her hand for me to hold, Yet her other hand was never unfold. In her clenched hand that seemed alive, She held on tight with a kitchen knife.
I used to have a moving doll that was deadly, She looked polite and always friendly, She wore pink dress and jewelry, But she always tried to kill me.
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