what has you on the string of my arms,
played your whole army like a fiddle,
but you're a guitar.
i practiced on the fence, took in your demands,
stuck to the program as if you know what i am,
i've realized the offense.
so now i've made amends to my heart,
lost the trance,
i know what to do w/ my parts.
i've learned to play the guitar,
i control all of you now.
what has you on the string of my arms?
you're my puppet now.
YOU ARE READING
SkyView (POETRY)
Poetrythis is a poetry collection w/ poems i've written recently & started about 3 years ago. i never really been able to express myself in anything other than writing ~ i'm talking about my personal views, love, heartbreak & many other topics. hope you...
