Puppet - Poem by Deanna Charles
She treats you like a puppet
hanging on a string.
When she's all done playing
she gives you a fling.
In the closet all alone
wondering what to do.
Thinking did she ever really love you.
Then one day she came back
picking up your strings.
And you picked up all thos
You let her pick you up.
I don't think you give a F*.*.*!
I do, but this is all I'll say
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