So when you have finished
Choking me with your so-called love
And tell me I am all you want
Does it occur to you
My last breath
Was taken
Long
Long
Ago
Doll like
In a musical box
Open me up
Wind the key
Watch me dance
To your tune
At your will
Is this love?
You tell me so
And I ache as I see
How much you love
The dancing doll
How you like
To bend her
Break her
Keep her
She tried to leave
But you twisted her arm
To stay
Noone will ever love
A demented
Twisted
Dancing doll
At least that is what you whisper
As you tell her
How much you love her
Everyday
And I reply
I love you too
Because that's all
A dancing doll can say
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
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Comments5
Good fun analogy. Begs the question why somebody should choose to behave like a doll in a musical box unless they have 'victim' imprinted on their soul.
A song entitled 'fifty ways to leave your lover' comes to mind.
It\'s an interesting idea.
Are people born victims?
Do they choose it?
Who is the victim?
Who is the perpetrator?
Thanks for reading.
Oh I love a misery drenching 🖤🙄
Oh?
Just so long as you don't get caught in drama?
Great meter and structure - well written Sylvia
I pray that’s not auto biographical. Very nice, but heavy poem
Poetic licence?
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