He looked at her with puppy eyes,
Couldn’t imagine life without her,
Whilst she admired other guys,
He was unaware.
She’d hit him now and again,
And have him on a leash,
She had him in a playpen,
Together, never out of reach.
She kept him away from his friends,
And told him what to have on his ipod,
Their relationship had still not reached an end,
He was blind and she was a sod.
When I see them I get so scared
Will I go like this? ?
Lose my backbone? ?
Allow her to beat me? ?
And more importantly,
Will I lose my independence? !
I doubt it.
© Michael Moorcroft August 16th 2009
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