Bidding Adeiu

I am just a puppet crafted in wood
And fated to dance to the tunes of your guitar
They say puppets have heart nor soul
But what if an exception defys your rule
I am symphony strummed from end to end with precision
And its notes have no right to the breathe of liberty
Not even to rise or fall at will in octane
I am trumpeting little knight in white
My beats are emprisoned by the style they weredubbed in
And in all monotony I must play the same notes
For you I am just a toy devoid of emotion
Inanimate and sterile
But in tiny heart of wood or metal
That palpates for you emotions hurl like waves in storms
So the time has arrived for me
To leave your enchanting vicinity
My love is unrequited fated for ridicule
And this I must endure without qualms
I am not the toad about to drink ambrosia
From the lips of some blonde princes of fairytales
And transform into the handsome prince charming
I am a toy and a toy I shall remain
Your derision is my fate or at best shreds of pity
Like fallen bread crumbs of emotions
So I must bid adeiu and go away
Far from your world
With may be asmile of farewell to tressure
Inthe trove of sparse sweet memories
And just perhaps some words whispered only for me
If only to lull my grieving heart
But all said and over I must leave...