Emotional Puppet

The strings you held with that look of desire. A puppet master with a heart of fire. You manipulate the strings while I stood center stage. A puppet lost in the "heart" of your maze. For 3 long years I did your bidding. Blinded by emotion while you stood there grinning. The wood has splintered and my clothes are tattered. The strings have broken and the spot light shattered. Controlling a puppet was your ultimate pleasure. You were the master but the strings I severed. At last I'm free from your web of lies. But without the puppet how will the master survive.