You're the one I dreamed of having a future with;
And never before have I reached this stage.
The thought of seeing the end to this tunnel of imaginarium,
the limit to our possibilities,
pains me in the form of a wrenching heart.
In fact, my lungs, organs and soul,
gets so caught up in the act of worrying
as it gets tied up in the strands of thoughts
that are weaved by you.
Untie my misery,
if you won't take me in,
at least set me free?
B.
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