Dark coils wrapping tighter
Leaving scars;
rigid cuts getting deeper each time
These times that bind us
stitch broken hearts:
molding what's been broken,
and healing wounds of the past
Strings of Love
Lace our hearts to one another
Intertwining us;
as our fingers lace our hands
Love has wrapped its will around our beings:
Thrown Fate at us,
and we are but its puppets
Fighting to keep this grip
This grasp so final that has thrust us together
I'll cling to this addiction forever
For to cut these ties would lead to my demise.
