Slight Of Pen
Entangled; Torn
Reattached, smashed, emotions last
Into the past, I can't dispatch my feelings
That draw us together, I need to stay away
Hard to do when inside most of the time
And so we melt into the pool of feelings
Unfortunately I have swallowed too much
Of it and we drown, no breath, no life
No way to break free, slip up, crack, split
Died too fast to say goodbye, we left each other
Before the beings were separated
And stole what little life was left in each other
Torn is what happened
We were too attached