Jun 25, 2007 23:54
This just started as a reply to somebody's blog.
" She is a marionette led by simple lies and controlled by the hand of a friend.
A few tangles here, a knot there, it will never hurt, or so the friend thought.
Lies build up and the truth revealed, even with time these wounds will never heal.
A friendship that appeared to be well, but never does the friend stop to dwell,
on the consequences of her actions, the feelings that have been crushed, the questioning
of her trust, and the lost hope that the friend would one day tell the truth.
As the sun hits the broken glass, light diffracts in to many rays.
The puppet speaks up "Let me break away from these strings, no longer do I want to be
cast under this haze." The friend looks back and smiles a bit, she thinks it is cute when her
puppet throws a fit. Not grasping the concept, not the meaning, not the explanation, only believing the puppet is angry for no reason, never thinking that she is the one who has committed treason."
But it I guess I like it enough to share it some more.
Sarah