On the dance floor wild party over,
Only remnants left behind,
Tangled strings and lace ribbons fell,
The happy clack deceased,
Final footsteps died,
Fabric limbs, wooden shoes discarded,
Redundant in neglect,
Painted smiles and yellow hair,
Created from wool that died'
Marionettes at life's end,
Little lady puppeteer,
Came of age,
Lost her innocence!

Solitary puppet cries alone,
Final curtain call been and gone,
For Columbine,
Without the puppeteer his true love is lost,
Chased her for years from the theatre of dreams,
He has to play solo from now on,
For his little love she has gone,
He'll never be able to get out of his box again.
Poor sweet soul!

By ladylivvi1

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