puppetry
'i see your eyes have dried up,'
said life to a wounded soul.
it's been a while since he got tied up
in life's puppetry and control.
'to give this string a pull,
and make him suffer more,
or to leave him for he's full
of sadness and he's tore?'
life often contemplates
on what to do with our
happiness, and so it waits
to strike us at the brightest hour.
©LukaKorba
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With love,Luka.
'to give this string a pull,
and make him suffer more,
or to leave him for he's full
of sadness and he's tore?'
Nothing more to add ... Simply gorgeous
:)
hanging by the string
melody it will always bring
I noticed ,poem is your hand
&words are your puppet ,my friend
you inspire me so much !! keep them coming @lukakorba
That's actually beautiful. My hands tend to be poem, my pen tends to be like the strings, and the words I pen are like puppets. :)
and of all the inpirations that have been bursting through my heart !! i came up with a songs lyrics and soon there is gonna be a video do check my todays post !!
Amazing! I will definitely check it out! :)