The Tow of Your Pull
You spin so gently this tale of sorrow,
just like a curtain draped across a window.
It seems wise, or at best somehow safer
to be on your mind than anywhere else.
I weep these tears for your broken heart;
Your dreams that cannot be obtained.
For like some precious things;
If you might have one, it will surely be taken away.
So went my lovers one by one-
down the path to the cave where only bones dwell.
Bones, dust, and the memories with which I reside.
I cannot understand my weakness,
my give to the tow of your pull.
Why it is that I want so badly to know
that you desire me above all others?
I do not covet you as my own,
only that your heart belongs to me.
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