I painted my doll house black and red
Every Barbie missing its head
I always was a darker child
My mischief anything but mild
I used to cut my sister’s hair
While she slept I only dared
My brother was a horrid pain
His affliction was my gain
My mother used to always scream
At eyeballs in her coffee cream
I placed a snake within the shower
Claiming it was a mere flower
I heard my dad fall back in fear
Allowing myself an evil sneer
I never did have too many a friend
My villainous ways put that to an end
Poor little Molly
Never found her disfigured dolly
And now I do recall young Lacey
Crushed her pretty ring of daisies
Sometimes I mingled with the boys
They followed me like wind-up toys
No free will, no choice or mind
Even when I was unkind
The teachers suffered most of all
By my rabid dog, Sugar, one was mauled
Invisible friends sealed the deal
So what if they weren’t real?
Some did think I was possessed
Others just knew my mind was messed
With raven hair and eyes so black
Compassion was something I always lacked
And with each year I just grew worse
My family thought I was a curse
Combat boots and fishnet tights
I had more wrongs than I had rights
All the evil I could dish
My college years I barely finished
And that is when I did find you
My cheeks were tinged a crimson hue
That cheeky grin; a crooked smile
My heart had melted all the while
Into yours you took my hand
And ensnared me in a Poesque land
Your side I never want to leave
My heart, it rests upon your sleeve
You are my gothic knight in armor
You have pierced my dark soul’s core
Together we shall always stay
My love for you will never fade
My rotten corpse, an eternity from now
Will have a smile, they’ll wonder how
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