My heart’s a puppet,
and your words the puppeteer.
You tug the strings,
and all I can do is swing.
To be freed is what I want,
for manipulation isn’t any fun.
Mark my words when I say,
I will break away today.
And I would turn these broken strings into wings,
for I am not one who needs a king.
What I couldn’t see I’ve now seen,
And the voices they chime,
“Soar away my Queen”.
Cover illustration by Rlon Wang
Site: https://www.behance.net/rlon