I was just a wooden puppet
That you threw around
That you tried to make alive
In which life you found
I was your only friend
You talked with only me
I was secret escape
Or you thought I'd be
You felt lonely so much
That you created me
No life nothing as such
You wanted to be happy
I followed your orders
Whatever you made me do
For I would always be a wooden puppet
I would always belong to you
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flawed feelings
PoetryFlaw; -a fault or weakness -A mistake -Imperfect Every person's feelings are imperfect and so are mine. *Short poems* Started; May 6th'17 HR- #16 in poetry (23/8/17) ❤ #18 in poetry (22/8/17) #22 in poetry (21/8/17) #28 in poetry (4/8/17...
