Marionette
by Crimson Rose
I am a small puppet
A girl on tiny strings
I can't visit new places
Or go to see new things
When you say you love me
I feel like you are telling lies
I try to see all your words
All I can do is cry and cry.
You want me to yourself
I am only feeling alone
It is like I am trapped
With no life of my own
I long for my freedom
Because I am not a toy
I want to feel the love
Of a sweet, gentle boy.
Why can't you let me go
To have a life that I desire
Why must you control me
My hatred growing higher
Everything I do is wrong
I don't know what to do
If I could fix this I would
But I do not have a clue.
I want to run, I want to play
I want to freely jump around
I want to run and fly my wings
I want to play my own sound
I want to be my own person
I want to lose these tiny strings
I want to love how I can love
I want to not be your plaything.
Seated in a corner filled with ash and rust
I can only sit in silence, hugging my knees
There for all eternity just collecting dust
I wait here patiently so that I can be free
Is this, my now life to be forever my fate
Will this torment ever come to have an end
I pray for a day these strings will truncate
So I can feel love and a gentle touch again.
I no longer want to be an abandoned toy
Someone send me an angel from above
A sweet and innocent, but strong boy
Someone with whom I can always love.
C. 1-5-13
Rose
My hometown is Canonsburg, PA
Email: [email protected]
by Crimson Rose
I am a small puppet
A girl on tiny strings
I can't visit new places
Or go to see new things
When you say you love me
I feel like you are telling lies
I try to see all your words
All I can do is cry and cry.
You want me to yourself
I am only feeling alone
It is like I am trapped
With no life of my own
I long for my freedom
Because I am not a toy
I want to feel the love
Of a sweet, gentle boy.
Why can't you let me go
To have a life that I desire
Why must you control me
My hatred growing higher
Everything I do is wrong
I don't know what to do
If I could fix this I would
But I do not have a clue.
I want to run, I want to play
I want to freely jump around
I want to run and fly my wings
I want to play my own sound
I want to be my own person
I want to lose these tiny strings
I want to love how I can love
I want to not be your plaything.
Seated in a corner filled with ash and rust
I can only sit in silence, hugging my knees
There for all eternity just collecting dust
I wait here patiently so that I can be free
Is this, my now life to be forever my fate
Will this torment ever come to have an end
I pray for a day these strings will truncate
So I can feel love and a gentle touch again.
I no longer want to be an abandoned toy
Someone send me an angel from above
A sweet and innocent, but strong boy
Someone with whom I can always love.
C. 1-5-13
Rose
My hometown is Canonsburg, PA
Email: [email protected]
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