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Updated on September 13, 2009




I rest on the cold wooden floor, awaiting

The day that you will come

The day you get me ajar

Ready to do the dance

 I so many time have done

But right now my strings are twisted

And my body slumped

Lying feeling the abandonment

  Waiting for you just to walk by and look down

And notice the loneliness painted on my face.

And in disgrace;

 Hoping for you to put me in motion

 But I still sit my body now a pile of rot

Still hoping and waiting for that day…


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      Hollywood Alison 8 years ago

      I like this, very nice view..pain in love through the perspective of an unused marrionette, clever.