(Me: AeThe Lost Poet)
He decides to set aside,
his own proposition
thinking "why?"—
she'd rather opt to miss him,
there's no optimism—nope—
just a heartbeat
thump, thump his heart jumps,
asking "are WE?"
"We? Yes, we..." exactly,
what you think it is
He lists reasons why this season,
He should get a kiss,
Bliss escape him, yup,
Love makes him a puppet,
His mouth stumbles yet again,
Use his foot to stuff it...
and never shall the strings
be removed--
yes, his heart's bound up,
and it brings reproof,
and never shall this boy,
be the same
when his heart is strung up
it brings him pain
(The Still Silence)
Unlike the last times,
She feels it's true.
The laughter of his eyes,
Brings back a new
Sense of herself
She had thought was gone;
And it's love
She can feel it,
And it doesn't feel wrong.
(If the strings cut deep
The heart will bleed.
To what extent does the pain
Outweigh the need?)
Her wings are clipped;
But she doesn't oppose-
And her heart is strung;
But she doesn't repose-
A caged bird in ashes:
Her soot heart sings.
The puppet breaks
From and by the strings. |
Submission Name: Puppet (Ft. The Still Silence)
