Post by bruce on Feb 13, 2014 13:09:58 GMT -5
To my one true best friend:
Without you I feel like the tattered and frayed end of a rope once whole. Severed of you I begin to come apart, and it's not just all in my head, It's also in my heart. I remember when we were two threads of a rope. Bound so tight, I was in love and there was no end in sight. But now I am a broken rope. Too used, too undone and too close to my end. A scrap of what once was, a state that I now cannot comprehend. Now these braids once so strong, lay limp and unraveling. Fraying, untwisting, unwinding. I am almost undone to my furthest end. But I am not too far from saving. With so little of me left, I am afraid, but there can be a mend! But only by the hands of my one true best friend.
Without you I feel like the tattered and frayed end of a rope once whole. Severed of you I begin to come apart, and it's not just all in my head, It's also in my heart. I remember when we were two threads of a rope. Bound so tight, I was in love and there was no end in sight. But now I am a broken rope. Too used, too undone and too close to my end. A scrap of what once was, a state that I now cannot comprehend. Now these braids once so strong, lay limp and unraveling. Fraying, untwisting, unwinding. I am almost undone to my furthest end. But I am not too far from saving. With so little of me left, I am afraid, but there can be a mend! But only by the hands of my one true best friend.
