Like a puppeteer, you pull the strings;
A painted doll at your command.
Dancing to the tune of your arrogant voice;
Available like television on demand.
Watch her charade, through this robotic life;
Chained to her Belfast sink.
Empty, hollow, devoid of thought;
If only love was the missing link.
A master manipulator, hidden from view;
The illusion of a perfect life.
If only she could break free from your controlling strings;
Your trophy, your prize, your darling Stepford wife.
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Busy mummy who loves to read to my children. Will write about anything
@Kateheartdance thank you for your lovely comment. My head is full of stuff. Sometimes it's just a word then I'll build the poem round it or perhaps a phrase in my head. π
@leelee101 thanks for the ββ’ could do with something stronger. Not on a school night though. π
@eddie12309 lol it's called Master of Puppets. I didn't expect anyone to understand tbh. I'm always the only metal head π
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