You pull my strings
and I dance for you
With a smile
across my face
the one you painted.
This is what happens
when you love too much
You become a puppet
not who you need to be.
I dance for you
my master.
I do the tricks
I have done them before.
I wish I could do without
but it is too hard to move
When the strings
are not your own.
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When you love it is not strings that hold you back it is the kite tails that you both sail apon that sets you free




