Anklet for My Puppet

The sky slowly fades as the whiteout sonata renders the light fills the room,as the fire comes out
I suddenly heard foot steps, i see feet slided thouroughly through some furry slippers
I was lifted,as if there was no boundaries above
I was turned , i saw such an angelic face.

Tear drops fell from her eyes to the end pf the face,as i carefully listen to her whim
"It's been a while"... ,"have you ever thought of running away..?"..,"I'm glad that you're standing by with me"

As i silently shelter myself from all that has been
As my wet and soaked body teemingly dries up,
As the water falls slowly,like the rain never went happy
Then i started to think everything in a whole new perspective now.

Days passed,as time crumbled my soltitude, everyday she lifts me up,i feel warm touch as if it was painted red; she tells me "dont leave ,okay?"
as she was binded to albert's picture,and rage climbs up her nerves.

Then one day,she told me a particular story , when it was a year before misunderstanding pulled them apart
"It was a sad afternoon,one day in july,
I was a stick in the bencg of a shallow park,
I mistakenly cried, due to the problems of my family..
Then i heard a voice, when teardrops filled my palms from head to toe..
"what's the matter?" then all that i can say was "nothing"

As the moment passed; our relationship grew,perhaps made us better from worse"

Then she told me that they had conflict as that other flower roamed the forest they lived upon.

Then she barbarically tossed me away, surprise took the best of me
And unknowingly ,she read the poem once more.