Knots
Your mind is in knots,
Your hands are too.
But soon
I’ll throw my arms round you,
And all those ties
Will fall loose.
In sleep, it hurts to dream of you,
In truth, there’s ache in waking, too.
Copyright © Annabelle Jane | Year Posted 2018
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