In each hand do take
your control
take a few tugs
to put me in my place
Move each string
to move my lips
move each eyelid
and move my hips
Drag me harder
oh scorn my ways
I'm not fit to be like you
not perfect to be like you
Pull each string
to move my nose
to bend my knees
to touch my toes
Confine my imagination
so I would not think
what lies behind
these prison walls
Yank each string
to make me cry
to make me bleed
to make me die
Author notes
dont like the end
whatever though
Written June 26th, 2006
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wow I love this, it freakin rox! I agree with Manda Panda! your writeings are great have pride!!
Edited on Jul 01, 10:10 p.m. because ''. -
i love you.
i love your writing
have more pride in the shit you write.
you should.
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I think the ending was okay actually. I liked the poem, how it was about someone controlling you or whatever. This is really good, wish I could write like this.

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