| Marionette ~ A Marionette with a quill... ~ A will... ~ and no way... ~ Silly little Marionette are you feeling regret... you dance, dream love... ...fairy tales spinning in your head give your little fairytale see what it gets you... write your poems, taken from tired bones... silly Marionette, your own heart you crush as you dance in a heated rush.. when you feel your words are heard, when your told your allowed to dream allowed to feel needed, for a short time anyway... whenever the puppeteer is near, making his appearance solemnly and with purpose... calculations abound, agenda... motive... ...selfish needs... silly Marionette little heap upon the floor and you wait for more... did you really expect to find an open door ...curtain call silly Marionette... thats all... the stage is old... curtains hanging in shreds, your heart still connected to threads... a ray of light reaches into the darkened stage.. quietly with care you say your silent prayer if you wrote the story, the ray of light would spread... silly Marionette youd dance away the day, smiling, laughing... loving..... giving... fairy tales.... once I was a little girl, fairy tales were life itself... [I was going to grow up, write my own fairy tale...] heaped upon the floor back against the wall... searching the ray of light for answers, in my darkened world... looking to the sky.... strings dusty against the wall... I wonder how I fell to this... ~ Rain © cls 2003 |
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