The Puppet
Tears of blood flowed down her cheek
Her heart was broken into tiny bits
Though feebly, it continued to beat.
Everything had changed at once
What was a lovely evening
Was reduced to a morose one.
The stars twinkling in the sky
Seemed to mock at her plight
At the mercy of her beloved
His actions had tremendous power
At once elating, at once painful
Being a puppet is definitely not gleeful.
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