A string can be linked between some two,
But only made to snap.
Although this rope has a shallow coat,
I think we're made to last.
Why don't you see me as such,
Last...
I only ever seem to gasp
When your attention seems to...
Last...
And even if I do lose,
It's fine as long as we're the ones in last.
Because we're in this together,
No ifs ands or buts.
So no matter what happens,
Our lock will dim and rust.
And as the metal gets ripped away,
Just know this love is here to stay,
And deep within,
Throughout dismay,
Together we will find a way.
Because this string,
Though thin and nimble,
Is only ever far from simple.
It's knotted and bruised,
Devoted to abuse,
But not from us,
The past doesn't ever become erased.
But this string of ours,
It can't be pulled apart,
And I'll fight for that fact each day!
It's you who I love,
And you who I chase.
It is you who I love,
And you who I hate...
To be without.
So let the string stay intertwined,
And let this poem be stolen by rhyme,
And let these minds be filled with pride...
For mine has just made it!
Where, you ask?
Made it far beyond its furthest hope,
Within yours!
And is yours to keep...
And when the string gets to its end,
We can always buy more,
It's only 99 cents!
YOU ARE READING
You. A collection of words with meaningless meanings.
Thơ caA collection from myself, to you, for them.
