Poetry

The Appathetic Puppet

written by: UsKidsKnow

I wake, unconcious
To see my arms and legs, tangled
Tethered to your will, your hearts desire
I'm your apethetic puppet
Your warn down pinnochio

You dress me up with your love
You make me moe with a flick of your wrist
I'd be collecting dust in an italian hobby shob without you
Because I'm your appathetic puppet
Your warn down pinnochio

Let's put on a play for the nobles
Animate the unliving
Give me the appearance of life
Because I'm your appathetic puppet
Your warn down pinnochio

And Please, just promise me, when you're through
Don't cut my stings, don't disconnect me
Sell me to a hobby shop, a trinket store, anything
Put me away in your closet foerever and ever
Just don't disconnect my strings
Not the heartstrings

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