Knotted up, like my stomach
Every time I think this is the last goodbye
Her pretty eyes will never see the
Melancholy tears I cry

The frayed ends, tangled
Like our web of complex lies
Whether to ourselves,
To spare the hurt when this eventually dies

In loops, the kisses and feel of your hand in mine,
The time rewinds back again to replay the night you came by
Our feelings and bodies,
intertwined

Bundled, the feelings I have in my chest, hidden
I didn’t think I’d be the one so smitten
My heart skips beats at the thought of what we’ve hidden
Questioning these words I’ve written

I want a bow, neat and perfect,
the curl of your bright hair in my touch, your lips upturned in a smile when you say my name,
the ribbon neatly wound around our fingers, tied together in unison,
a harmony without sound

But my hands are tied.