Puppets

The beauty of everything comes broken and torn,

As I have failed to realize this since I was first born.

To be adored so rarely, and despised so strictly...

"I bloom!", says the flower whilst withering quickly.

"The desires of others are worst than my collective crimes today!"

Says the girl who'd give her heart and soul without pay.

But if you gave her a sketchbook, and asked her to draw out what she means,

She'd show you the dancing puppets that she hides behind the scenes.

They're missing their eyes because she can't "see" what's real.

They're missing their fingers because she's forgotten how to "feel".

They're missing their tongues because she's lost her "taste" in life,

And they're missing their hearts because she thinks she'll never be a wife.

But they still have their lips, that they use to always smile,

Because it's not that she'll never find happiness, it's just that it might take a while.

And they still have their legs, that they use to dance and walk,

Because she celebrates the day she'll stumble upon her tongue and learn to "talk".

Reviews

[Justateddyberry]

Really like the first 3 lines, relatable and a punch to my heart