It was amusing
For awhile
Being wanted
By the master
I fell
For the tricks,
For the ploys
That made me
Crave
Your attention
Yearn
For your kiss
Like a girl
With a crush
I giggled
At your name
I soon realized
Abundance
means nothing
without substance
Now
I want
To smack
The smile
Off
Your face
Show you
What its like
To be ignored
You
Are just
A little toy
That I've
Thrown
away
A master
Whose fallen
From his thrown.
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