More poems by poisonkisses

Puppet on a String

She bends 'til she breaks.
This smile she fakes.
Fore she cannot laugh.
Puppet on a String.
Taking some body else's voice.
Wanting to scream and shout.
She has no other choice.
Puppet on a String.
She doesn't have a heart.
Yet,when you hear her sing.
You fall in love with her.
Puppet on a String.
Bound to this life.
Bound to her master.
Puppet on a String.
She's finally free.
No strings attached to her body.
Now,she can finally leave.
Poem by poisonkisses