My Heart is in it For the Killing
You,
You are always in my prayers
(and in my thoughts);
I hope to God we do not get caught
Up in a tantrum.
I find myself attached,
like a ladle to your handle;
Scoop me up with your soft hands.
Time and time again
I remind myself every story has to end…
This though, please be gentle.
A knotted ball of yarn – impossible to singly untangle.
(The words I speak, no dissection necessary – the cost is pure evil.)
For you, love,
You are my song bird.
A muse that amuses me.
Do not let me be…
I would hope you will catch up
and chase after me.
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