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.


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