Am mE There’s a doll for sale, Perched on a ledge Leaning over my heart, With snow fallen hair Preserving her innocence Like ribbons and curls. While her eyes hold Dragons with their Emerald enraptures. There’s no price tag For this kind of beauty, And I don’t have to go Digging through my pockets, To know this kind of love Always comes free. M. L. Michael 12/04/05
Am me
There’s a doll for sale,
Perched on a ledge
Leaning over my heart,
With snow fallen hair
Preserving her innocence
Like ribbons and curls. […]
Every Breath Poetic 