I feel like my life isn't mine
I feel like my love isn't mine
I feel like my mind isn't mine
Because I act
On how you pull my strings
I act for you
I betray for you
Because I am a puppet
YOU ARE READING
Dressed in all Black
PoetryA sharpened dagger stabbed in his heart, Ripping in two, ripping apart. It took only a few words, but her words cut him deep, Stealing emotions, making him weak. Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/sad_love/betrayal/
