I seem to be
yet again,
trapped by your voice.
Your words acting
As a spindle
Wrapping me tightly
around your finger.

Your "love" seeming
to be,
as a hour glass.
Quickly flowing
Yet slowly dwindling
And soon to come
To a forever ending.

You always leave me
Feeling like,
A doll left alone.
My marble eyes
Shining yet empty
As you gaze at me
From a far.  

-ARI