My joints weak, I felt like a clumsy puppet in your lap. Puppets don’t speak. So I didn’t. And what did you do? You made me dance to your song. The strings tearing my veins. Puppets don’t cry. So I didn’t.
What do puppets do? They dance. So did I. I danced to your song.
A clumsy puppet in your hands.
12 comments:
Hmm... no smile this time.
Well puppets don't complain.
But they can come with a notice: "Delicate matter, Handle with care". Now onwards make sure that the aforementioned puppet claims all the care it deserves.
Sands.
Srishti, mm...
Sands, loved ur comment.
Lovely writing!
Is this puppet a baby?
Ash, :) thank you.
Amy, thats me dear!
I hope it can cry.
evide poyi?
Peter, :)
Sands, poyi...poyi...
"strings attached" - i think thats the problem.
Niiice, why do you always get it?
i still dont do i ?? i mean "get it" !!!
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