ESZA KAYE

The Puppet

puppetYou are my heart
So take good care of yourself
I am the puppet at the end of the strings.
Strings you do not even know are there.
Consciously.

When you fall, i stagger.
When you stagger, i am slain.
When you suffer, i cannot rest.
I run wailing down endless hallways.

When you smile, i am free and soar like a bird.
When you laugh, i am graced.
When you shine my cells delight into one large smile.

Trip and stumble and i am bumping along the bottom again, tearing my hair.
Quick as the tears spring from your eyes...
Suspended eternally above an empty theater.

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