Once was a little boy
he knew it was her favourite
yet he could not resist it.
he snatched, he pulled
she plead, she yelled
he didn't care, he didn't spare
she could only stare in despair.
he took what was hers
then led her to tears
he once turned around
alone, himself he found
he brought her back the toy
she found herself the joy
together, then they played
forever friends they stayed.
I love this one :)
ReplyDeletesounds like some familiar story to me
ReplyDeletenow now are you accusing me? ;) i am a very innocent guy sweet and simple.
ReplyDeletei dint evn say ur name..i assume u guity of somethng
ReplyDeletehmmmm... i have sixth sense that told me u were talking about me ;-)
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