Wake up on a morning.
While my family is snoring
I just want one thing for my birthday.
Just a doll, nothing more I say.
Too bad I only got clothes
Mommy told me that money's tight,
Hearing that is such a fright.
And mommy is always on phones.
One faithful day, when I was away,
Mommy had a surprise for just me.
And I laid my eyes on it; i can't believe what I see.
My doll is home. My doll is home.
Just where it belongs.
I don't care if his hair needs a comb.
It makes me sing stupid songs.
I talk to him with such a soft voice.
Maybe he heard my noise.
"Hi! I'm Chucky and I'm your friend til the end!"
His appearance is something that I cannot comprehend.
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My Poetry
Poetryi actually love writing poetry. this is a collection of all of my poetry. this will be updated regularly when i create a new poem. i hope you enjoy!~ WARNING: although im usually a very happy person, i consider poetry to be my scared place when im u...
