Chakra Tug-Of-War

A love poem…

I yanked hard on the lines, all 7

Who tied us together? Heaven baby, heaven

Greedy? . . . I’d say fair?

I’ll take more of the heart now, thank you very much

Which half is mine? Of the world or of my heart?

It’s my heart as well. Intuition, who gets that?

You abused it, it’s now mine

You don’t know how to use it!

You’re gonna have to override me now

I never learned how to yank on the line

It shows

Less meat dear, so I’m not stuck with all veggies

It doesn’t work that way

So why is the divide equal?

Nothing is ever equal

So give up one more thing

Just yank, and your wish is granted

You’re no leader of the pack

Well, you’re no sunny princess

So what are the rules?

Tug-of-War: Equals, balance is key

What if the ropes drop?

Then we agree, I get the heart?

I’ll have to stand closer to you.

How close?

Opposing beliefs, just switch sides

it’d feel better if you’d love me

Then blame heaven, cause the war . . .

it’s on.

Alternative?

It ain’t easy, Listening . . . to the line

Will it hurt?

Hurt?

Yes, hurt.

You or me?

Heaven baby, what’s a little pain?

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Who is this pair? Let’s just call them . . . Kay and Sera!

A love poem, by Simone Hrouda

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