Puppets and Puppeteers
Looking over at them; cuddling and talking like they will last forever.
Apart of me was sickened by the Peppeteer's acts of hollow affection,
The way she caressed him yet clings to other men like the Puppet's not even there.
No,
Cling is the wrong word here...
More like falls all over.
While the Puppet is conviced that what the two have is genuine and pure,
But the poisons of the Puppeteer have already sunk in,
Only a matter of time before the poison reaches the poor Puppet's heart.
But what kills me is to watch the whole thing!
Like watching a train wreck,
Unable to look away even though you really and absolutely want to.
I just don't want my poor firend the Puppet to lose the love and joy he has in his heart.
And by the end of it all,
When it is said and done,
She who is the Puppeteer will feel no pain,
Feel no guilt of any sort.
Becuase she is one who uses men only to her advantage.
Author's Note:
Well this poem is not about me for once, it's about one of my friends in a relationship that I am very much so disagreeing with at this point. The reason simply being that she is using him as a cover for her actual intentions, which is very low in my mind. Anyway I decided to fuel my frustrations and anger into a half way decent poem, hope y'all like it --before I end this, PLEASE! Comment on my stuff, I -need- some construstive criques on my stories/poems! Hell if you like them that much, vote! I promise I won't yell at you for voting on my stuff :D
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Burning Love
PoetrySo this always growing collection of poems is about how love can be one of the most complex emotions to understand, and how it can affect people (mostly me though). In these little blips of writing I share vague but personal feelings and experiences...
