Dear Dollie
Warning: This is sort of a sick little poem, so if your are disgusted by necrophilia(sp?) or shoujo ai pairings, then DON'T READ. This is nothing more that a little dabble during class.
Disclaimer: Konan and Sakura do non belong to me. If they did, do you think they would've met coughandotherstuffcough by now?!
Sitting on top of the desk two sizes bigger than you
Dressed in reds, pinks, laced with thrills
I had to thank the Puppeteer for creating you after your bloodied defeat
As the hand that owns you, my hand of course, brushed between the bubblegum locks
I thought I saw you smile, just for a moment on your own.
How foolish of me to think that such a wondrous object like you could do that
Lifeless emeralds made your eyes so animated
Yet one was fake, and I knew you weren't my perfect dollie
No...
That's not true
You are my perfect dollie
In every aspect of eternal skin
I wished you breathe one last time
Yet you'd hate me wouldn't you?
I could have my wish, you know
The auburn haired living Puppet could do it for me.
Do not worry, my cherry coloured petal…
Your soul can remain in the world beyond for now
I'm sufficient with your body
Are you sickened by me?
I could really care less for if you complained
I could sew your soft lips
But…that would ruin you wouldn't it?
It's alright, my Marionette
You are forever mine,
And I shall be a good master to you
My Sakura,
I will be your Konan