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
though we plan how our first love would be how everything would perfectly fall into place no one really ever wonders how its like to have your heart broken the first time. here's my take and my story about love gained and lost. hope someone learns a lesson. www.wattpad.com/story/8856773-… new chapter every week here at wattpad