Midget man has tiny hand's and a broken kickstand. No ambition in those brown eyes and no color in his soul. Nothing but a depressing story unfolds. He was the blush in my cheek, the very thing that made my well run rapid and deep. your words in a form of a ballad a sweet lullaby that revived my mind. Arms that held me close and safe. A vice like grip held me close to your heart that with every beat told me a secret that I swore to keep. Yet here I stand midget man, pieces of my heart in your hands. My well desert dry because I have no more desire in your broken kickstand. The ballad you sang turned out to be vicious. Your touch malicious. So why? Why do I stay in this miserable masquerade? I said "I Do" to an illusion with a mind filled with hope and confusion. You are now my burden to bear. Even when weary I promised to carry the universe on my shoulders. The universe I call the Midget man with tiny hands and a broken kickstand.-Emptyvessel210