be my hands and all be yours
through somber gates we'll glide
stitch ourselves up for more chores
and know on the inside
whose hands pull the strings
and who is told when where to sing
do with me what gives you joy
for you see i'm just a toy
cut my strings dear puppet master
if your a bitch then i'm a bastard
either way we are the same
i'll be an outlet for your pain
smack me around your so beguiling
no matter what i'll be smiling
through button eyes I will jest
and while you hold me to your chest
i’ll listen too, your heart beating
and let you know that life is fleeting
Author notes
gotta love a tragic love
A contest entry
- [GUYS ONLY] Impress Me by Sesheta.
630 points, ended March 30, 2008, 52 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Pre-write Mania for all! Give me your favorites! by Salt Therapy.
375 points, ended December 28, 2007, 80 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
1 - 5 of 5
-
this is awesome. i like it a lot...great job.
~~wish addict
-
This is amazing, I really like the plead for the strings to be cut. I know quite a few manipulators and those who let themselves be manipulated as well so I can relate from an outside perspective. Very touching.
-
Whoa
Whoa, that was so good I dont even have the words to say how good it was. My poetry is somewhat similar to yours also check it out.
-
Here ya go, the pic of me is next to this here comment
hehe, i didnt lie in the description, but i bet it isnt what you pictured
-
Awe. This seems cute yet depressing. Like, when I read the poem I felt like there was love and hate mixed, so to speak. Sharp contrast that works well together.
Adding your comment:
1 - 5 of 5
