***I really, really did not have a better title...
So....the title's crap, but the poem might...
A puppet master with strings made of words,
You put on the greatest show of them all...
The suffering, her suffering
......Her pain is just too great...
Dreary, the little girls room was,
Trembling and frightened she cried...
I can't help myself but miss you...
Never before have I felt like I do,
knowing that in my heart, your love is true...
You've been gone from my life almost a year
you're not coming back, you've made that clear...