My Game
You think you know,
But you have no idea.
I let you see what you want,
Not who I am.
It's my game,
My rules,
I'm the puppet master.
Of this twisted thing we call,
Love.
Puppet Master by Blackened Iris
Poetry » Love Rated: K, English, Words: 40, Favs: 1, Published: 4/29/2004
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