Popped strings
Broken dreams
Rising hopes
Falling slopes
You decide
What's to hide
You're your own master
Inside your mind
Pull your strings
Change your scenes
For only you can chase your dream
Grab your hopes
Climb up that slope
Fix those dreams
And broken strings
Perfect your technique
Break that losing streak
And be the puppet master you're meant to be
~Onyx
YOU ARE READING
Onyx's book of Poems
PoetryJust a few poems I made and decided to post I OWN ALL OF MY POEMS AND I'D LIKE TO KEEP IT THAT WAY
