Ropes can bind, and then you'll find,
That what I need, is not to grieve.
And maybe then, you will begin,
To understand, and take my hand.
One more night, to set things right,
To look unto bliss, awaiting a last kiss.
One more day, to their dismay,
For all partake, and then forsake.
Hear me now, please me somehow,
All I will ask, is completing the task.
I yearn to live, and for all to give,
A little hope, so the weak may cope.
One more sleep, but not too deep,
So I can think, and my life link.
One more wake, but nothing's at stake,
So I can rupture, with pure rapture.
Ropes can bind, reluctance will wind,
All that is me, into a dry sea.
Love surrenders, and hate becomes menders,
And fade now my soul, the story too old. |
Submission Name: Can Bind
