Strings By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
The stirrings of my heart are pulled and tugged each way like a marionette
the puppet master makes it dance and fall at his will
but without this puppet master I would not love for my heart
would be a cold dead place thatI could not feel
for that i am thankful because he gives me hope that one day
he will teach me how to see the beauty and love the world as much he makes me love people then there i will no longer exist i will live
with me as the master of my heart
until then that angel will show what it means to love.
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