Published on July 23, 2005 By Death_By_Beebles In Poetry
I wish you would say the things you feel like saying
but puppets don't move on their own,
puppets can only do what they've been shown,
alas, you won't get the words out till the ending.

If you cut the strings that hold you up,
then you will fall from your seventh cloud,
and land on earth, you can't be proud,
of loosing oh so much.

And pride will keep the puppeteer,
moving all your strings of life,
causing pain and joy and strife,
not caring about your love, and all your tears.

Make magic with your puppet strings
I know that looking hard enough
along with trying to be tough
will let you see the thing you need.

It doesn't matter who's in control
as long as you don't give in
as long as you have the drive to win
then I promise you that there will always be hope.


Comments
on Jul 24, 2005
Looks like this one was a no show.