Till My Hand Cramps

May 6, 2010

Lace fingers

Pull them through

Round & round

Double loop

Bound forever

Never sever

Turn the tide

Damn this weather

Bat your eyes

Towards the sky

Retrace their steps

Back to mine

Forwards-Backwards

No, boy! My wards

Time is little

Pain's a lot

Towards the end

That we forgot

Was sitting

Waiting

Contemplating

Daring & Discriminating

That we compare

To chocolate and

Peanut Butter

More. Misguided. Lovers