On A String Plaything Poem by Israh Sadan

She has your heart on a string
And plays it like a yoyo.
Up and Down.
Reel you in and toss you out.
She has you wrapped around her finger
Doing skilful tricks to amuse herself.
Does the spinning make you nauseas?
Console yourself, she does need you.
She'd be bored without you, poor little play thing.
How would she know how well she plays
If she didn't have you to bop and drop.
You're proof of her power.
Compliments my friend, be proud.
You're her favourite plaything after all.