A Kiss Is Not A Toy
You held me like a Barbie,
As if you're my perfect Ken,
Thinking I will give you
Everything just like that doll.
You don't seem to understand
That my kiss is not your toy;
I'm not one to toss away,
I'm still here not made of plastic.
But you're no Ken, not deftly sculpted,
Not tender, just heartless.
You think you might control me;
I assure you, this is false.
He holds me like a princess,
But he's most unlike a prince.
He's afraid that he will lose me,
Knows I'm not a simple toy.