Broken Strings

a poem written for broken stringed people

Broken Strings

I don't know where this is...
Where the heart speaks and the mind don't listen
I don't know where I'm going
Just like a puppet on broken strings

The puppeteer left me in the ashes
with unanswered questions and a broken old heart.
I can fade or break or fall apart
Just like a puppet on broken strings.

In the forgotten darkness
I dream of a Knight who had his metal tested,
Who have seen his share of undefinable things,
Who could save a puppet on broken strings.

You rushed in
and lifted me from the messiness
Seeing a broken girl within
the puppet on broken strings

You saved a wrecked heart like mine.
Repaired the unthinkable things.
You told me love was only fine
Without any of these heavy strings

I know where I am now
Where my heart speaks and my knight listens
I know where I am going now
Leaving behind my broken strings