My puppeteer

Oh,

my puppeteer 

controlling me with strings 

my act 

the things I do

sometimes it stings

the balls of wood 

connecting my joints

the strings of yarn 

controlling my movements 

it doesn't matter

if I'm sad 

if my puppeteer makes me smile 

I can't do anything 

He makes me sing 

entertaining the crowd 

the theater vibrating with sound 

in the center of the ring 

center of the stage 

center of attention

as years go by 

I am handed down 

and then 

I found you 

you treated me like my first ever puppeteer.

with kindness, and care

you repainted me,

polished me.

gentle

kind

you don't grind 

my joints forcefully

with practice,

you masterfully

have me dance.

My dance

I'm so happy

I found you.

That you are

my puppeteer 

Reviews

[registeredisaster]

i agree with Casq it is cute.

[Sylvana]

Lol, I liek the ending. It's cute. (: Good job.

[AngelBeat]

I like this :)