I found a puppet;
Made of wood, garnished.
It keeps smiling;
Even on its hard back,
Pierced a dagger, so deep.
I bought a puppet;
Soft and well decorated.
It won’t make a move,
If I am not there;
to wear it to my hands.
I met a person;
So charming, beautiful as,
The summer in the winter.
Walked the way only to catch;
Attention, adoration.
Alas!
The person is lifeless;
So much alike the puppets.
Live his life under others;
Behind, he left his dreams.
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Caramel's Poem Zone
PoetryMy poem collections randomly about love, life, my thoughts and well... random stuff that come across my mind. Other reason...so that I can play my phone when I am uncomfortable around people so I looked too occupied to talk to them. muahahaha!!! I...
