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forgotten gold strings
I give them to you
I entrust you with my life
to reborn what was once killed in you
You take them and start to weave your story in which I am but
a broken doll
I bleed
melted rouge leaving my body
and yet
all I feel is pure bliss
finally recognized by you
whom I adore
so I let the strings cut into me
amber dyed in admiration
lapis lazuli dyed in despair
humanity leaving
a doll
your doll
yet, to your eyes I remain broken
and I know
I will never be your favorite doll
lost sight of myself long ago
as the end nears
you stop your weaving
my strings in your hands
eyes filled with new light
focused only on me
I wonder what you're seeing
the strings get loose
they fall and so does the broken doll
yet
kind hands
which once weaved a lonely story
begin, ever so slowly and uncertain
to weave a new one
as I did to you once, your healing hands wash over me
they save me from the engulfing darkness
and give me light again, just like the past
a shadow enlighted
by what was once a far away radiance
I feel your warmth
your care
your love
as our hands link together weaving our story
the time of blooming flowers arrive as we strive
side by side
our everlasting love
in the giving spring
we dance
not a broken doll anymore
not a lost puppeteer
but two flowers blooming from their own light