Puppeteer

Everything fades into insignificance
As she makes her appearance

Like a freshly bloomed daisy
Spring making it all better to see
Like the blossoms on a cherry tree
She has grace, majesty

She wasn't human, she was a deity
Such was her beauty
So lost was I, in my passion
That I didn't notice her deception

She was playing me
Her new toy
Still I bore the agony
For atleast I brought her joy

Until the day I broke
And I found myself in a corner
Trying to put myself together
And realised: I'm just a joke