He comes again.
That man stands there,
hollowed eyes,
tousled hair,
crooked walk,
desperate stare.
Words of magic,
healing hand,
sifting memories
like beads of sand,
tales of life
in an enchanted land.
Locked away
in my padded cell
Brought up knowing
I am not well,
and now this man
screams at me, "Belle!"
Go away, sir,
Leave me be!
Take your chipped cup
and go have tea!
Your crazy talk
is scaring me!
Scattered shards
when cup meets floor,
Cannot take it anymore.
Send him limping out the door.
Little bits of china
across from where I sit
Heartache in his eyes
as if he has been hit
But a little cup is just a cup.
Isn't it?
I saw this before I saw the episode, and liked it. Now that I've seen the episode I love it!
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