My Puppet MasterA Poem by Hippyits about a girl i feel deeply forI’m stricken With ecstasy As you pull me Along your strings Peacefully you move me My sweet puppeteer I grove to thee Moving me With the glide of your hand I’m at your will Your every command You move me along To the beat of my hearts song And to it you dance With such grace In with our without my strings I will follow at my own pace Oh my puppet master How is it That everyday The only way For a smile to cross my face Would be the thought of yours With all its majestically grace Why is it I am so drawn to thee Is it beauty No Could it be love I don’t know More likely lust But what I put my money on Is your personality Your openness How you can look past the body And see whom a person really is And not What everyone thinks them to be Oh my sweet puppeteer Won’t you be with me © 2010 HippyAuthor's Note
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31 Reviews Added on March 30, 2010 Last Updated on March 30, 2010 AuthorHippyUnderland, INAboutMy names austin lee wallace i am a hippy and thats what they all call me. i love music its the greatest, i play guitar the harp piano flute violin and whatever i can get me hands on. Im not much of a .. more..Writing
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