Puppet Show

by Grunge Angel   Jul 2, 2011


The fear is endless
clearly defined as
the method she uses.
Controlling my mind
like the puppeteers fingers
pulling the twine.
I'm terrified
that she'll cut the line

If she would just hold me
show me its fine
to take in her kisses
and trust her so blindly.
I would give in to the movements
sate her every need.
To the edge of the stage
I'd follow her lead.

I'm just a marionette
but I have feelings.
She has my heart
on the end of these strings

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