Strings pulled
Fake smiles rise
That's the puppet's ways
And that's how it will always be
The puppet cries
It pulls at its strings
It wants to be free and real
And not hide
But it's impossible
The puppet wishes
That there was someone
Where the strings didn't have to be pulled
And it could be free
The puppet thinks
"Why should it fucking matter?"
"I'm just a puppet..."
And just like that
The puppet forces a smile
And "happily" walks on
With the strings tugging away again
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Limbic Words
PoetryCome closer Let me see your soul Let me weave those feelings And the secrets you hold ⚠All pictures belong to the original owners. All poems are mine, inspired by almost anything(even Chinese Restaurants). This was not made to offend anyone...
