Hopeweaver...

...Just Keep Weaving

Strings around your arms

Strings around your legs

Fate is quite a puppeteer

When it comes to life’s plot

How filthy can it be inside of you

That you cannot be by yourself?

Just wash your hands and sit again

Since someone else in the line comes next

Someone to calm down passionate desires

Someone to keep you cold company

Fair enough to fill a space in bed

Darling, friends will never keep you awake

Strings around your arms

Strings around your legs

Fate is most unquestionable

When you form part of its play

What a lovely makeshift for a solution

Thawing your soul under warm light

You are already aware of the outcome

Honey, stop wrapping your heart for the sun

How many times more until you understand?

Lovers never disappear at night

Otherwise you eternally stare at the sun

And then you recall, that you caught on fire

Strings around your arms

Strings around your legs

Fate is purest when embraced

When it is imposed with mistakes

You have played your role to perfection

But the time has come to finish the play

Because I count a string on your neck

For every lover you count on your regret

Author's Note

Nothing to say.

Reviews

[serpent]

wonderful imagery... i liked the way you have narrated a story of masses through puppets... braught the line " World is a stage and we all are artists" to line... puppets replacing artists...
a very thought provoking piece...certainly made me think...
good job!

[Hailey]

i liked this, it had great flow and imagery, not too sure what to say other than the fact that it was a great poem, so good job