You gave me life
To be a pawn to play
You taketh away
My innocence first
You created me
To be perfect you see
You destroyed my life
Each word was a knife
You killed my soul
Ever so slowly
You then took all of me
Now a robot is all I'll ever be
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Tide (Poems)
PoetryTides are always changing The sun and the moon arranging Beauty and destruction Like a artistic production Its all in the journey of riding the tide of life First place winner at the We are writers awards. Copyrighted,All Rights Reserved
