The Puppeteer and Ballerina
You are the puppeteer
You control my fragile strings
I am your beautiful ballerina
I wait for our operatic music to begin
I am in your dramatic gentle moving hands
You pull all my fragile strings
When the dramatic music starts
I dance to your rhythm and beat
I am your ballerina
I feel breath as I dance for you
I feel safe in your hands
You choreograph my dance
I Pierette for you
I stand on my battered and bruised feet
You feel my pain
I am in your dramatic moving gentle hands
You hold my fragile strings
Excited as the music begins
I am no longer just a beautiful doll
I live, move and breathe as I feel your gentle hands choreograph me
I am the ballerina that rests on your feet
I dance by your music and dancing hands
Toria
21/3/2022
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