I am just a silly puppet,
You keep pulling at my strings.
I jump around at your single touch,
I unravel at the seams.
When you are done with me,
You set me down and leave without a glance.
My heart leaps out from inside my chest,
It never had a chance.
Bit by bit,
As time it does pass
My heart then turns to stone.
And when you try to pull my strings,
You find yourself alone.
The thread has withered, as time does to things,
Things that are left, forgotten and worn.
This puppet you played so well,
Has died to be reborn.
-My heart is a thunderstorm, beating inside my chest. It is loud, it roars and trembles at the sight of you. But make no mistake, the exterior is silent. It will not give you the lightning you long to see. I am not your puppet anymore. My heart may be a thunderstorm inside, but quietly, I let you go. Quietly, I go. Watch me go. Let me go.
8:03 p.m. - 2019-08-05
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