I am a puppet
And you are my master,
And when you are near,
My heart becomes faster.
I am a puppet
And you have my strings,
You make me feel
Incredible things.
You've got the power,
You've got the control,
The only problem is
You don't know the goal.
You're holding my strings
And ready to start
But the strings you are holding
Belong to my heart.
You pull them around
And you haven't a clue
The arrow through my heart
Is pointing to you.
You move me about
You put on a show
I just wish I could tell you
The right way to go.
For the show you put on
Has nothing to do
With the incredible feelings
That I have for you.
YOU ARE READING
Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoetryNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
