Love Is a Puppetmaster


Nothing pulls your strings quite like
the puppet master that is love
it weakens us all, turns each of us
into marionettes
Our strings pulled at will
we turn against every fiber of our
being,our identity , we go
against the grain of all that we are
trying to fit into what love wants
us to be
Love is thy master,and I have
times again been its puppet
losing myself,losing my heart
only to turn around and
take a chance again
For the strings to be cut
and be free from the puppet master
you must sacrifice your desire
to love and be loved
and I cannot acquiesce
and give up that dream

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