You are my Machiavelli,
tug my strings until
I scream.
Your ceaseless manipulations
keep me dancing to
your whims.
While I smile and play along
as I always will,
it seems,
be my lonesome Machiavelli
and spend some time
with me.
You are my Machiavelli,
tug my strings until
I scream.
Your ceaseless manipulations
keep me dancing to
your whims.
While I smile and play along
as I always will,
it seems,
be my lonesome Machiavelli
and spend some time
with me.
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Just so you know… I think your poems are lovely.
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Thank you so much, Liz! Much appreciated 🙂
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Sweet to the heart… 🌹
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Thank you! Although it’s about using love for manipulation, so possibly not as sweet as you might think… 🙂
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True… Sometimes I wonder how the overthing also manipulate our thoughts…
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So many people out there use love as a weapon, a manipulation, or currency. That is why we humans have such a bad wrap. Too many out there willing to hurt in the name of love to cover the dreaded hate.
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I agree. Love should be about love, and not for other motivations. 🙂
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Sweet and beautiful!
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Thank you! 🙂
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