I was put here with a rope
Of which I hold to dearly
This rope has been my friend
That I have used to pull things near me
It has become my nature
Mastering the tug and cling
Usually it works quite nicely
Holding everything
It helped me to secure my love
She felt my warm embrace
Emotions we had never known
Filled up our living space
By her side she held onto
A stick of great design
Sturdy, elegant, yet worn
But never lost its shine
She used it for so many things
While I looked on, in awe
A cane, a vault, a weapon
The stick helped her to withdraw
We traveled to so many places
Both our tools, in hand
My rope would help us gather food
Her stick helped us to stand
Together we were perfect
We had everything we wished for
Yet somehow sticks and ropes
Are by design, just meant for war
Every time I felt alone
I pulled her in to stay
But she did not want to be held
That’s when she pushed away
The stick it kept her distant
And propelled her when she ran
My rope was never long enough
To lasso her again
Afraid of getting close to me
The stick kept us apart
But all I knew was closeness
We had broke each others heart
She needed space from everything
The stick made its demand
A rope was never meant for that
We did not understand
The comfort that we find in them
Has split our love in two
But when we learn to lay them down
Is when we start anew
- Author: Cocamedo ( Offline)
- Published: October 25th, 2024 18:34
- Category: Unclassified
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