The Marionette

My newest poem

The fine grain of porcelain, my fragile face

My dress, what a beauty, all lined with black lace.

I'm just an object, a possession, a thing

A marionette and you hold the strings

 

Pull one string with sweet words, what i want to hear

Another with cunning, so strong, with no fear

A third pulled by your smile, so calm and so bright

A last by your dreams, I hope each takes flight

 

You've gained a new hobby, new amusement's been found

I'm tossed from my spot yet i cant make a sound

I long to protest but i have not the power

She's taken my place in your affectionate shower

 

The sweet word diminish just murmurs reamin

The cunning now masked by a silent refrain

Your smile is fading, a shadow of late

I'm no longer a part of your dreams, your fate.

 

The string you have cut, the tears i have shed

Like rain to the ground, now flow in red.

The last line is falling, I pop one last pill

The strencth in me's draining, go in for the kill.

 

You said that you loved me to make me smile

But you didn't mean it, my faith was on trial.

Now you,ve gone silent, you've cut the last thread.

Once living for you, I'm officially... Dead.

Reviews

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Jordan you suck!!!!!!....jk i love this poem it's really good oh and btw you should get more on here