Play Dough

by Sondos   Nov 5, 2006


And they call me the class intellectual
Because I fell into that trap once again
Of your lies
Deceit
Your smiles and voice
Soft as honey
I was like
Play dough in your grip

And I fell into that trap once again
I spilt my heart out
I gave it to you
On your silver plate
With strawberries
They're your favourite

And I watch you now
And my feelings seep through my eyes
You catch that glint of hatred
You see through my smiles and
'Don't worries'

And they ask me why we're best friends

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  • 16 years ago

    by Yvonne

    This is a very good poem. I like it a lot. It hits me. Keep it up!

    -Yvonne

    Check out some of my poems if you want.

  • 17 years ago

    by CiCi91

    Hey Sondos...nice poem..a bit sad though..but i like it...and keeps up the awesome work!

    ~*Carrie*~
    AKA
    ~*CiCi*~

  • 17 years ago

    by shobhana kumar

    It is not often that one feels trapped inside what must otherwise be a lifelong bond of friendship. but when it does happen, then it is all too easy to see past the veil...

    very different from your usual pieces, but one that definitely carries your stamp of mastery.

    wonderfully written. do hope you are feeling okay.

    love and hugs
    shobhana

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