Our red string has is stretching too far.
You look into the world
wanting to be out there.
I want to cut it
let you go
I want you to be happy
but that won’t be with me
I snip the string
only for you to tie it back together
saying partners are commitment
while titles are not
As you smile at me,
I remember a love
I had forgot.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
Our red string has is stretching too far.
You look into the world
wanting to be out there.
I want to cut it
let you go
I want you to be happy
but that won’t be with me
I snip the string
only for you to tie it back together
saying partners are commitment
while titles are not
As you smile at me,
I remember a love
I had forgot.
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