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Author: SicksisterSam
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Poetry - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-29-08 - Updated: 10-29-08 - Complete - id:2589917
In her eyes I’m just a tool, something to be used

In her eyes I’m just a tool, something to be used.

In her eyes I know I’m not cool, just someone to be abused.

In her mind I am a puppet and she holds my string.

I’m simply for her amusement she can make me dance and sing.

But I call her my best friend and I’ll always stand by her side.

Even though I know it’s not fair and I know about all the times she lied.

But that’s my choice not yours, you don’t even have a say.

I know it’s not right but I’m happy this way.

Who are you to judge something you don’t understand?

Obviously you’ve never picked someone up and helped them stand.

You don’t know what it’s like to be a hero to someone small.

You don’t know the responsibility of having to catch someone when they fall.

You don’t understand the choice I made.

She’ll burn up if I leave, I have to be her shade.

Sure it’s a thankless job and I get no reward.

Sure being her shining knight is a double edged sword.

But I love her anyways and she’ll always have my heart.

Even if in the end she rips it apart…

A/N: Well I wrote this for Charly but I dedicate it to her and Jenna. It’s the way I feel about both of them sometimes, Jenna less than Charly but still…Well enjoy and R/R laters!!!

~Sexy Sammy

Love, Luck, and Lollypops ;)



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