Puppet Girl

by xoxShorteexox   Jan 16, 2006


The Master always holding her strings.
He played with her.
She tried to hide,
and pull away.
But He held her strings.
Her little arms moved by his hand.
She tried to mess up the show.
He always had control.
Her heart held together by strings he controlled.
Her heart finally broke away.
She throw herself over the bridge.
For the only second he let go of her strings.
She broke herself into pieces.
But as she throw herself,
she said," I'm free."

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  • 18 years ago

    by Matthew A.

    Nice job, sorry that i havnt talk to you and havnt made your poem yet..but i will soon, promise.

    ~Matt~