by ShiroGEM » Mon Mar 13, 2017 7:58 am
Thought I should try and write a poem, but I am by no means a poet.
heartstrings
my hands are tugging the strings
wrapped around
tied together in a tangle
on the inside
the bonds are tight like fresh glue
there is no guarantee it will stay stuck
on the exterior
it frays at the edges like old gum
thrown away when it’s old and tasteless
in the bundle of a unavoidable mess
cutting away never seemed easy