My body is pulled by little strings
That run my life and thoughts
And if you look at those little things
You'll see their movements never stop
When each little flick brings
booming and bold actions
They're the butterfly wings
That cause an earthquake to happen
I'm my own person
My lungs breathing on their own
But then I find it weird
That I'm really just a clone
And it isn't until it's too late
Heart sinking like a stone
Encased in anxieties like a mummy
That I find out I'm not my own
I'm just a ventriloquist dummy
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What the World Gave
PoetryThis book is a collection of my poems that I have written and decided to share with the world. Keep in mind that in order to write something you don't have to feel it yourself. You don't have to be in love to write something about love. You don't ha...
