Sunday, March 6, 2011

I Cut

I cut off my nose, and gave it to him.  He said it didn't smell right.
I cut out my eyes, and gave them to him.  He said he didn't see the point.
I cut off my ears, and gave them to him.  He said I wasn't listening.
I cut out my tongue, and gave it to him.  He said there's no point in talking.
I cut out my heart, and gave it to him.  He said, "I'd love to stay."
But then he went away.
Just like my face...  Blah.  Lol.

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