About the Poem
This is my latest work. I think of my poetry as my emotions on paper. The story behind this is longer than I could take. It may seem to be almost obsessive...but it's not. It's about someone who has totally given themselves to someone, who pulls them literally like a puppet.
|by Whispering Wind
A puppet on the string
I move at your touch
I respond to every word
Without you saying much
I'm your puppet
My life is in your hand
Everything I say and do
Is at your command
You tell me to jump
I ask how high
You tell me to turn
I don't ask why
I'm your puppet, my
sweet little boy
Yours to love and hold
not just another toy.
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