Dear puppeteer

Dangled me from those strings
Don't know we're to begin
Dear puppeteer
My skin cut from procline
Painted so neat
Don't I look wonderful hanging by your feet

Trapped like a toy
Awaiting the show
My affections never to show
Dangle me doll maker
Make me dance
When you have the chance

A poor soul trapped
You show no affection
A love so strong
Has now taken a toll
My poor little face has started to crack
The paint starting to fade
The beauty I was torn down its ways
No going back

You can't fix me
That cute little smile
Had started to fade
My broken heart
Now broken to pieces
Dear puppeteer
This is my letter
I'm saying goodbye
As my soul dies
Heart this
0 | Jul 6th 2015 22:34