|of a melancholy puppet
Author: we must reinvent love PM
i would say rantings, but well, you'll see.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 136 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-28-09 - id: 2725512
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oh sweet old geppetto
why must you twist my strings?
it's tearing me apart,
that i'm just a thinghow lovely it would be,
to feel the dawn's glow
but i can feel nothing!
i want to frollick and just go,
please, cut these strings geppetto?
somewhere, i'm sure of it,
is just the place for me
to sing and laugh
to shout out in glee!
ancient puppeteer, let me free!
why doesn't your brow furrow?
why don't you follow my request?
can't you hear me?
"let me live like the rest!"
it splinters the knot where my heart should be
that no one can listen, if they can't hear me
i want to dance, and play, and sing
real boys don't have strings.