You tug me this way and then pull me that
You send me reeling
I'm lost in my feelings
But you hold the strings
I dance for your pleasure
I'm just a puppet
Hoping
Wishing
Praying
That you don't cut my strings
YOU ARE READING
Papercut Souls
Poetry~My hearts sick and bruised My souls paper thin You can make me bleed with just a flick of my skin~ This ones a blast. That much I know... but I wrote it... So who am I to say so? With love, David Yager
