There you are, my pretty little thing, <br />Sitting gently, upon a string. <br />Waiting for a call the tree will fall, <br />But that don’t mean a thing at all <br /> <br />I take the truth, from your eyes, <br />There the pool of brown knows no compromise <br />Here I am barking and bleeding, <br />Hoping one note will fall with my pleading <br /> <br />Searching the mist and fog <br />Chased by a pack of dogs <br />Wishing for the sun to rise, <br />Sitting on a string <br />A pretty little thing <br />But still no compromise, <br />My pretty little thing, <br />With the big pool of brown eyes <br />Sitting on a string preciously <br />Without any compromise<br /><br />Daniel Richards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-pretty-little-thing/
