Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Puppet Master

I’d say that I miss you,

But that wouldn’t be enough.

Why is it like this with you?

Why is it so though?

Here I sit, waiting,

For an answer from my heart:

Should I continue to run this race

That I’ve lost from the start?

Like a drug,

You plant your essence in my head.

I do everything you want, but then

You don’t care about the tears I shed.

You’re a puppet master

And I’m a puppet in your hand.

You play with your fingers and know

That your wish is my command

Some call it madness

Others say it’s lame

I call it devotion and love,

Because that’s the name of the game.

1 comment:

x Inês ( ? ) said...

AMEI João , um dos teus melhores poemas em inglês na minha opinião . Está mesmo fantástico :'D