Strange feelings
Somehow one call or text can flip everything
I honestly convinced myself I was done with even the thought of you
The wounds healed and the eyes remained dry
Then you come and make sure I remember I'm always in your palms
Oh new strings have been attached to my limbs
Your ready to be the puppet master again
I'm supposed to obey and act like I enjoy your harsh words, the way you toy with my emotions
Can I just walk away and be set free from your
annoying needle of manipulation
Or is it already embedded in me
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Decisions
PoetryPoems that I wrote to briefly describe the many decisions we all may or may not make in this cold world.
