I know you make me dance.
Pulling my limbs for your whims
And desires and pleasures.
I know I'm a little marionette.
Leaping and skipping on the stage
Forced to smile and play dumb.
But hidden in this cute little doll's dress
Sits a pair of scissors in a pocket
Alongside a red ball of string
And a pretty double-bladed knife.
When you turn your head
When the time is right
I will snip away my thin bonds
Unravel the ball of string
And the knife will serve its purpose.
Let you put on a show.
Skip! Prance! A pirouette!
The beaming lights! How the crowd smiles!
A 10! Do the judges agree?
Roses and flowers! Applause! Feel the thrill!
How the praise gets to your head!
Darling.
When the time comes
You will never know
You dance for my whims.
YOU ARE READING
* - POETRY - *
PoetryLines of seldom having meaning known as delirious ramblings of poetry. My mind too confused, and my lips too numb to say my thoughts. My heart still beats frantically while my feelings are warped to an unbelievable extent......how will I free myself...
