Starving
The box is gone, gone up the monster As big as the Nortre Dame, says Ellie But the moster grows, as we fill it with Buttons, beds, books, pictures, pens, pencils Clothes, crayons, couches, cardboard, glasses Gadjets, nooks and things, pillows, textas Until we laugh and laugh at stuff So tears are gone numb now We drove and drove and drive and drive Until Ellied says we're almost there And I smile, I'll miss Able but I know That he has Cain now I smell the different air The stuff have grown to be... Sign in to see full entry.