"finelly" poems
I was a puppet on strings
Moving to your every move
Speeking as spokin to
Jumping when told
But now I'm cutting the strings
And making life a new
A life with out you.
I'm not your puppet,
I'm not your toy.
Forget what we had
I'm finelly free
No more will you hurt me.
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 3:32 PM UTC