When your darling homie ends up writing a sonnet for you! đ
Thank you â€ïž
Some wouldâve called her
Just a naughty kid
Twisting Teddyâs neck
Or beating up Cinderella
But none saw the innocence
That lay beneath that
Evil-ish smile
The toys died, the smile remains
Donât worry when
You are in the bathroom and
The light goes off suddenly
You are at the evil smilerâs home
Where the teddy strangler still lurks
But the innocence will melt your heart.
© Darshana Mehta
Inspired by, my dearest friend, Vidushi Razdan
As usual I peeped through my window,

