Burdened
I have been touched
Impressed, by you
Have emotions spoken over my logic?
Harsh in tone and impulsive in decision
Never have I known this much confusion
Of matters of the heart,
Let my mind speak before my heart,
Otherwise my eyes will cry before my heart sings
You held my heart above me
Until I rose to meet it
But you are not touched by me
You cannot love me.
Yet you understand how to love me
This love cannot love me
Where is my old ball and chain?
Yours, used up and rusty by she before me
Rusted in memory of times been and gone
My ball oiled in present and future
And nothing but a chain that threatens the unrealised and the futile
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