There once was a little girl
Who held out a shiny pearl
With cuts and scrapes on her arm
Gone unnoticed by her charm.
A girl blessed by God himself
Rightly placed upon a shelf
Where she must just sit and pray
And pretend she's all okay.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
شِعرLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
