Polka!
Strapped down in my pretty pink chair
The one with a hula girl dancing
While running fingers through her hair
A needle, penetrating deeply into my arm
The bruises, cuts, and burns
Tell them I've caused too much harm
They've locked me in a soft padded room
With not a single light
No one here to share my gloom
Wait! This can't be right
That was a smile, a giggle
A truly beautiful site
My heart starts to beat again, I can breathe
No longer will I feel my arms held back
In one demonic sleeve
I have a reason to speak
To pour out all the pain
I have a reason to laugh again
To go dancing in the rain
Pretty blonde hair and mixed color of eyes
Smiles to warm only my heart
Hands to soothe only my cries
No longer is my mind filled with nightmares
Oh, look what I have found
In the dark, in safe, strong arms
I can finally sleep sound
Okay, I didn't really meet my love in a mental hospital or anything. It felt like I was trapped, though.
I didn't like my life or any of the people in it. But then I met my sweety and I knew I could handle all of it.
That's what this poem is about. So yeah, please don't assume that me and my baby are completely crazy...unless you meet us in person.
I'll agree with you, then!
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