Titles are Overrated

Part 90

My hands are tied,

and I'd still take

the blade from yours

to cut you free.

I'm sorry for

the burdens

you bear -

I'd take them all

if you let me.

But you're not

giving me a choice.

You said I had nice eyes,

so I'll keep them on you.

Don't fall,

I beg of you.

I'd do my best

to pick you up -

a diamond in the rough.

But you can still

shatter,

so don't

fall too hard

so that I can't

help pick up the pieces.

a friend in high places, I promise I'll catch you