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
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.
Opposing beliefs, just switch sides
it’d feel better if you’d love me
Then blame heaven, cause the war . . .
It ain’t easy, Listening . . . to the line
Will it hurt?
You or me?
Heaven baby, what’s a little pain?
Who is this pair? Let’s just call them . . . Kay and Sera!
A love poem, by Simone Hrouda