thin, hang, colour

as a puppet,
you spring to life,
under the control,
you hang limp,
no idea of your own,
choices,
cry the black color,
of pain because,
you fell under the spell,
and your so fragile,
so thin,
if i take a matchstick and light it up your wooden heart,
would it catch fire?

you ever wonder why i hang this veil of akward words
between us,
it may be thin and translucent but it's still there
around us,
yearbook voted most likely to end up together,
not us.