Couplet #1 : The threads of love

The threads of love are precious and fragile,
don't break them, with nary a thought.
Once broken they do not join,
even on tying the ends, they leave a knot.

Lost with my thoughts

I feel lost at sea
No land in sight
Helpless to help myself
I've got no respite

Alone with my thoughts
what a dangerous place to be
My thoughts have become
my greatest enemy

I am running but going nowhere
running on a treadmill of dread
I am trying but I can't escape
this horrendous woeful place

They go around in a loop
coming back where they started
like a noose around my neck
pulling me to despair


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