Ann Dewyze

Playing Me - Poem by Ann Dewyze

You think you’re so cool,
With your Rambo pants and hipster hat on
Smiling secrets at me
Don’t think for a minute
You have a hold on me
I know you’re playing me like a guitar,
Strumming me up, pulling my strings,
Leaving me on the high note,
I won’t give in to you
So stop picking at me

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 30, 2013

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