12-05-2004, 12:02 AM | #1 (permalink) |
Psycho
Location: on my spinning computer chair
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Love Puppet
She left me for some other guy, she played me like a puppet, I had given her the strings, it was my fault, and now, when the play is over, and the crowd is laughing, I am left to rot among the other trash. I feel like a love puppet.
Love Puppet Dub me a toy that a player plays Dub me a loser that’s never been loved, All the stings I lined in array, For the puppeteer on the stage above, Feel good now that you’ve the crowds acclaim, Of the play of the puppet you loved so claim. Last edited by itch vaccine; 12-05-2004 at 06:38 AM.. |
12-05-2004, 07:40 AM | #2 (permalink) |
Drifting
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Location: Windy City
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I really like how your anger is very subtle - you put the lines in array and the acclaim together - and it sends the picture, to me at least, of how she did whatever she could for approval of others. I'm glad this made me think a little harder about it. Thanks!
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