Puppets Poem by Kevin Bergin
Puppets
Every word that drips from her delightful lips has me waiting for that one sign, that she has seen me.
Red lipstick and a painted smile, a woman of passion.
Could I ever be the one to find her true feelings?
She controls a room with grace and is always centre stage.
The puppets stand ready to dance at her feet,
each string is pulled and they perform for her delight.
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