my designs for you don't match your own
A telling tale of how far we've grown.

My lovely lines
all tangled and torn
yours won't bend or dip in time
too irregular for mine

Please don't design yourself around me any more
I confess; my heart lines are all messed!
I can bearly breathe I'm so tense
you don't take the care to give the freedom I do
my arches lay bare for you to go through
But You
reach right in and tie me in knots
its not the first time you forgot.

please don't draw your designs on me
they tangle me up so
don't choke me, please no,
I don't want to go.

Reaching for you has become a chore
more tangles and crossed lines than before

time to draw the line in the proverbial sand
Though you and I will still hold hands

please dont tangle me up any more
I promise not to too either I assure,

let's just draw our designs on either side
holding hands following the same line
and let the windy trails twist them up
as we leave them to mingle and twine.
I'll stay yours and you'll stay mine
and weave our way into a grand new design!