A grandiose scene
And purle curtains framing it with purple sheen

A stage light smiled brigthly
But shone on the doll lightly

Soft bell rippled the air with noise
Giggles were heard from girls and boys

Suddenly, the doll opened her eyes
Batted her eyelashes a few times

"She moved! She was alive!"
Everyone cheered and smiled

Like a newborn fawn
With childlike innocence she charmed

A marionette's fate is to be controlled
Unless to other she's sold

But after a short rest
She'll have to show her best

Night's breeze kissed my nose,
And as stars were hanging on trees,
I looked down and I saw you,
Waiting for me patiently,
On one knee.

It's not a promise
It's just a thought about a stroll
With you
Along the park
Along the river
While watching night's sky

I crack some nuts
Same goes for my knuckles
I have yet another poem to write about my feelings
It's the only way of speech with which I don't struggle

A bit before last Sunday a realisation hit
You...don't really care, huh?
I gave you my heart, a ******* link to this page
But I guess I just wanted free therapy
Maybe I wanted you to be here

Friendship is not a constant
I became used to fake cliches like "I'm here for you"
No... No!
This isn't right
This is a temporary mood

Don't promise me time
If I won't be a priority
Selfish, I know that
But I just want to break this cycle of trivial friendships
This....monotony?

I'm not a topic for you to discuss
I'm not a subject for studies
I'm a person
I feel, I see and I'm aware
So stop it, buddy

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that's it
that's the poem
beautiful as usual, ane?