emilyiehuilie

I saw him in the antique bookstore, and I knew right away that he was the one for me. Yes, I experienced love at first sight. I didn’t believe such a thing existed until I met him. There he was standing decently in his blue coat, waiting. Waiting for someone to hold him, to give him the attention he deserved. So I did. I was standing amongst the other people that wouldn’t have cared more about him than I did. I couldn’t care less what anyone would think of me if I had walked straight towards him, picked him up and ran away. So I took him away from where he was standing and ran towards the door, bewildered by what just happe

PART 1 I 'm a human puppet. Enslaved by the hands of another man. I, having neither mind nor soul of my own, am commanded by the tugging of strings, that binds me with my master's hands and will. Everyday, he would experiment on me. Treating me like a lab rat or even a guinea pig. Caring about neither my feelings nor thoughts. As much as I want to escape, I cannot disobey his orders or commands for he would not only threaten but also torture me. How I wish I could snap these strings And run far, far away From all the sadness and pain. PART 2 And at that moment when his heart stopped, I’m no longer a puppet: No longer constricted by b