Pinocchio - Poem by Kewayne Wadley
Broken promises now sit upon an empty shelf.
You gave me strength when I felt I couldn't walk.
You blew breath in my lungs when I felt I couldn't breathe.
Tell me why'd lie when you knew all I wanted was to be a real boy.
You cut the strings and taught me how to dance without fear.
There wasn't a reason to fear the mud any more.
The times I gave you my all when there was none to give.
Superficial plays expressed by our bodies will.
Unprotected kisses spread between our hearts.
Now cold, lifeless. Mud splashed in both our faces.
With empty hands I hang upon the strings left behind by you.
Tattered clothing, the tossing and turning.
The nightmares have returned.
Filled with string filled fingers dancing above my head
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