You played with my emotions , tugging on my puppet strings arms wobbling , feet flimsy , my mouth , your word fling .
Filthy and broken on dirt I thought we had something almost . Moonlit kisses , walk in beaches , Walk in sunsets , now just a painful memory haunting like a ghost .
My strings you pull and toss stained brown , tethered like strands of rope , ivory gown , deep ground , buried you hands gripping my last glimmer of hope .
Your sanity is my dollhouse , the strands are the strings to my heart and all you want to do is trash and rip me every bit apart .
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POETRY
PoetryIf your heart is aching If your heart is healing If your heart is lonely This is for you.
