Your Puppet

January 9, 2012
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You clasp my strings with your gloved hands and glide me into motion
I twirl and sweep through the air as you tug gently here and there
My painted smile feels real and my adoring eyes truly are adoring
You made my wooden heart beat again
But then the lights turn off and my painted smile is just that
Your hands are bear and rough
Your gloves lay desolate in the darkness

My adoring eyes watch you lock me away
As the darkness envelopes my wooden heart
But that is the way things are;
My painted smile which you have painted,
Will always be smiling.

Because I am just a puppet.
And you can make me glide as far as you’ll let the strings go

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Finty H. said...
Jan. 11, 2012 at 1:45 pm
NICE ONE FLO, haha its really good :)
MissElbowFan replied...
Jan. 11, 2012 at 1:49 pm
lol thanks :D xxx
Fabala_G said...
Jan. 10, 2012 at 3:33 pm
Hey, I really liked that! Interesting idea for a poem! Good job!
MissElbowFan replied...
Jan. 11, 2012 at 1:50 pm
Thanks, i wasnt sure if it worked because i changed what my metaphor was about halfway through writing it xxx
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