Puppetboy
Poor lonesome Puppet boy, your heart strings are pulled,
intentions well meaning but acts such a fool.
Hang by for hours till told when to play,
he's hopeful for chances, just not today.
Tangled up feelings, these strings how they bind,
even puppets don't like to be treated unkind.
Dismiss him its easy cause puppets aren't real,
pull on his strings, who cares how he feels.
Control all the actions, only you make him dance,
poor puppet love blinded, he don't stand a chance.
He's hanging there waiting when you want to play,
seems sad, feels neglected, hurts to see him this way!
Copyright © Mark Hughes | Year Posted 2017
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