Just--Words

Are you able to mend a broken rope? One that's be pulled, frayed, ripped. One that's desperately trying to hold onto the other side But finding it difficult with every tug. Are you able to bring them back together? After the flames have stopped licking at tension When you can feel that this once strong reliable rope is nearly broken. when you can see that there's only a strand holding it together Struggling to keep it that way Yet you haven't the heart to pick up the knife and cut it yourself. Because you believe it can be fixed A childish dream that it'll all work out But you ask yourself Are you willing to mend a broken rope?

First time I saw you, you tripped over your own feet because you noticed I was looking into your eyes It made me laugh, and I went over to give you some help, despite you saying you didn't need any. I bent down to pick up some of your books. Our hands brushed off each other and when I looked at your beautiful face, your cheeks where a crimson red. I gave a little laugh, you were so cute. First time I kissed you, It felt like the entire world had stopped spinning for what what seemed like an eternity. I still wonder if you could feel my heart beating against your chest. You had just walked me home after a walk along the bea