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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