Puppet Girl

Sitting on the floor
Tied by strings
Sad not to be free anymore
Want to spread her wings

If only weren't for the strings
You would be free
If it weren't for the strings
You could finally see

Lonely and sad
All alone in a dark room
Can't find yourself to be mad
Though you don't want to be gloom

I wish you were free
My little puppet girl.
 

Author's Note

Pore little puppet girl.

Reviews

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I love it. It's reminds me of controlling people. ^^ NOT YOU!! :p

[Gregory Hill]

I love the poem, the only thing I would say is that you change tenses from the first stanza to the next couple. First it is her then it is you. Maybe this was on pupose but incase not here it is.