Strings

I am the marionette,
And you are my puppet master.
I dance to the beat of uncertainty,
Unsure if I want the strings cut loose.

You hold me,
I am precious.

Your doll to dress and love,
Yet my arms are at your will.
I feel a thousand things for you,
Never once made one decision.

We waltz,
1,2,3.

You are my puppet master,
And I am the marionette.