Puppets. Poem by Bailey Burris

We’re all puppets in a puppet show.
When the curtain falls, nobody knows.
We’re still here, you and i.
And we still feel as blue as the sky.

But Your smell still lingers on my clothes
I can hear your breath, but I still know
That whats between us wont ever go
Longer then the end of the show.

They make you move
They make you feel
And I sit here hoping
That this is for real

But I know in my skin
That its just a play
A game of strings
And the words they say

But deep down I hope
That one of these days
You’ll look at yourself
And you’ll feel the same

You’ll see that the love that we act out on stage
Is more then a script or a game that we play
And just for once, we’ll know what they feel
When we love each other, this time for real