There's a pulling, a tugging

When I walk away you turn around

The string goes taunt

You pull on it and drag me with it

But there's really nothing there to cut

Sometimes I wish there was

I can't go on thinking I can't live without you

but I fear what will happen if love becomes complacent

If only I could tear my eyes from yours and take my hand off your heart

But I hold steady and  keep thinking it beats for me

And all revelant thought dies

 Is love a phoneix rising from its ashes ?

The End

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