The Puppeteer

My heart was yours,
I belonged to you alone.
The keeper of my soul;
entrusted with the key,
yours to do as you wanted
for you possessed all of me.
Anything you desired,
yours to fulfill every need;
I'd have broken myself into pieces
just to ensure you were pleased.
I allowed you to see through my walls,
my story was yours to read.
The smile you provoked has faded;
my heart left to bleed..

0 love for me ..:

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I believe that it's the ordinary that is so distinguished. I am only an amateur who sees the mundane with a twist. Goes around putting titles on self-perceived moments as life goes on by...
 

Cranky bitchi`ness ..

“I can read women. But god damn you woman, you’re all over the place. If I could read you I’d be god” -David Flecha

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I believe that it's the ordinary that is so distinguished. I am only an amateur who sees the mundane with a twist. Goes around putting titles on self-perceived moments as life goes on by...