you were the puppet
he the marionette
he pulled you strings
yet you still comply
there's something dead in your stare
your opinion isn't heard
because you are a toy
your heart is wood,
yet you feel
but at this point you don't want to feel
you just want to forget
YOU ARE READING
my happy was you.
Şiirit's poetry. it kinda puts you in your feels like r.h. sin, but some uplifts you. there's also some short stories, if you're into that. there are some trigger warnings, so if TW pops up, you know why (this desc. is probably going to be edited later)
