...Or More

torn by your sword

stuck in my board

let me get that for you

the more I think of us

the less I want to pursue

your type of noose

choke me with your words

so I know my worth

is more than your crumpled rag

thrown down by the troubles of this gag

on my mouth covering yours now

did I cover all the topics

don't want to let you see the problems again

sorry again to worry about your hands

but I'm finding out I'm done with it

I find it slow

don't tell me you are too old

finding the right kind

to align my time with you pining

for another mind

what are you still doing here

why do you keep stealing

open up and close your life

to the chance

to ever get a dance