Destined And Fate

4. Mine

A thread tied my wrist to yours,
Like sand being on a beaches shores.

I liked the thread bounding you to me,
I could not untie the ends or wish you free.

I wanted to kill the foes that kept you away,
If they weren't so nonexistent like the bad fairy in a play.

When the cruel day ends,
Will you still act like we're old friends.

Could scissors cut that thick thread,
Times of you are stuck on repeat in my head.

You drag and pull trying to be free,
And you saw the other end attached to me.

And come by like an old friend on sad days,
When it's been a while and my heart will phase.

And until it untangles on it own,
The vines of your heart still haven't grown.

And forever I wait until you belong to me,
Then forever alone I will be.

By A. Gordon