It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it por the hand
And it led me to hell
With amêndoa eyes
Such startled eyes
It said it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It posted me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it por the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it por the hand
And it led me to hell
With amêndoa eyes
Such startled eyes
It said it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It posted me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it por the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er