Puppet On A StringA Poem by MOONHe played me like a violin a puppet on a string He told me his heart was only mine love would only bring Golden warm sunsets and a pair of birds on the wing Crimson dawns and church bells ours was more than a fling So I swayed to the music then I felt the bee sting Love was an uncut diamond and I would to it cling Whispering sweet words in the night he spoke like a king In the white morn like a joker arrows he would sling He played me like a violin a puppet on a string He made a bitter meal of everything I would bring He shattered me like glass and broke the fine wedding ring Then he left took a joyride with someone on a swing He played her like a violin a puppet on a string © 2012 MOONReviews
|
Stats
923 Views
31 Reviews Shelved in 1 Library
Added on September 25, 2012Last Updated on September 25, 2012 Author
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|