Strings of ropes piercing through my skin
as if it wasn't a sin
I was made for your own purpose
as every raging heartbeat gives per pulse
I knew, I was already attach
as if you knew I would think we're a match
time by time
I would be a mime
Controlled by you, the Puppeteer
and I, would sadly only be your puppet
nothing more...
nothing less...
©carmen16
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