Sophia's words By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
You took advantage of my weakness,
now you think you own me,
but you don't.
You think one little smile my way
and I'll melt like butter,
but I won't.
You expect me to come running
whenever you click your fingers,
but I won't.
I am not your puppet or slave,
and I do not intend to be,
so don't even think about it, just don't.
However, if you are about to propose marriage
I may think about it,
but there again perhaps I won't.
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