Management are the puppeteers
And Larry hang on strings
Loving, but unable to love
Lies, raw pain
While Eleanor parades her ‘boyfriend’
Harry is left so alone
Longing for the touch of his Bear
Instead, he is cold
The lingering stares are all that’s allowed
Until the darkness of night
They tangle together in the bed sheets
And just, whisper.
Broken “I love you"s
And tingling touches
They must love while they can
Hiding, in shadows
One day, maybe, hopefully
They’ll be free
One day, maybe, possibly
People see
But until that day
They must still be puppets
Hovering touches and wistful stares
Lies, raw pain
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Larry Poems
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