He touched my skin, burning my very soul
Though, I do not know his name, all the
same
I found my whole aflame, ashes on coal
His fingers caressing my charred, broke
frame
His smile has set my calm world on fire
I cannot look him in the eye: my sun
He has me, marionette on a wire
Puppet in his show, I think I have won
Blinded by the stage lights, I cannot see
A similar fire, blazing near my own
A slight girl, strings attached, right
next to me
He cuts my strings, rendering me lone
From my tutu pocket, I pull a gun,
For who am I, to allow him such fun?
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