I’m your little puppet,
lifeless until said otherwise.
You pull my strings
and I smile
laugh
frown.

I’m wired to your hands
tap your fingers and I’ll dance.
My heart is linked to your brain,
everything you think, I love
hate
pity.

The thin twine
that connects me to you
that is my lifeline, please don’t lose it
or I shall fall
shatter
die.

The eloquence of my movements
is a result of you will.
Whatever you’d like me to do
I’d do it without a thought
saying
prayer.

I’ve loved you once before
and we all know what happened.
But I’d gladly do it again
even if only for a day
minute
second.

Is it right
for a puppet to love her master
when all he’s done
is cause her grief
pain
sorrow?

I still love you though
after all is said and done.
Because my spiritless for depends on you
to show the world how I laugh
cry
pretend.