A Puppet and Its Master
Contributed by
lord_sogi
on
Monday, 2nd October 2006 @ 01:54:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Here I am,
wooden carved,
made for your perfection.
Silver strings,
bonds that will never break,
and always,
awaiting your command.
Without you there,
I don’t know what to do.
I’ve dreamt of being free,
but I soon realized,
I need you more,
than you need me.
I can not cut my own strings,
unless you command me to,
but I fear for that,
because I’ve never been unstrung.
So I’ll be laying on the ground,
waiting for you to decide,
if today will be the day I smile,
or the day I will cry.
* * *
Here I am,
a lonely “Puppet Master” carved,
from God’s collection.
No wedding rings,
or bonds ever partake,
and always,
awaiting something grand planned.
Without my puppet here,
I wouldn’t know what to do.
I’ve dream of you talking to me,
but I soon realized,
what I needed you for,
you set me free.
I may never have any rings,
but I’ll always have you,
so I’ll have no fear that,
I’ll always remain un-rung.
So I’ll remain with a single bound,
and to that I shall ever be tied,
to giving you a smile,
whenever you’re about to cry.
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lord_sogi
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2006-10-02 13:54:58]
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