• poeticdarkness 6w

    I felt it first who could say
    seems I had been born this way
    on the outs of all I knew
    but in shadow always you
    there in the night a vice on my mind
    and in the light your hand in mine
    you followed me from day one
    and still your work is not done
    a weight at my back a thought on my mind
    seems all you have is time
    but mine is limited
    and still you steal
    bits of me too vast to heal
    past present future
    and if I could choose this?
    well maybe still I would
    its understood we go together
    bound and tethered
    into forever
    scarlet burned into a letter