Plastic Hands (Challenge Poem)
By Mooseman247
I don't expect you to understand you hide behind your plastic hands laughing pillow walls fade black like memory... can't hurt me and this is not a window so high and far away and I can not go... on, those lonely nights you think, that I imagine lights a dancing blight, when minds collide and hide... behind laughing and pillow walls fade black like memory, can't hurt me all I see is agony and tragedy imagine me if I can be the enemy of pleasentries and harmonies then reason me and season me to cook me up a bitter cup of medicine laughing.....laughing....laughing... Written March 20th, 2002 © on Mar 20 2002 02:36 PM PST 20 • 0 • 10
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"I don't expect you ..."