Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Broken Puppet

I wrote this poem when I was 16 and lost it. I finally found it and wanted to share.


Broken puppet hung from string 
Played by misery 
Dancing as the faces smile 
Watching peacefully 
Eyes gaze upon her fragile soul 
She sways and falls apart 
She wanted him to dance with her 
Instead he stole her heart 
She sews herself together 
Pretends that she's okay 
He holds her heart still beating 
And takes her breath away 
Misery hides behind the show 
While all the people cheer 
Never free from all his strings 
They never see her tear