What use to be tug and war,
Is now a lone game of tears,
You stopped giving long ago,
It make me quake in my fears,
Your sure hands hold the bow,
And I seising on the floor.
This is the tale of uncertainty,
Not of blazing friendship,
I have given and given,
But you are oblivious to my hardship,
In my eyes your faults are forgiven,
But my heart is weak and dainty.
Fleet fleet, the ship has sailed,
Is it all an illusion, or fantasy,
I am lost, and you let that be so,
Stop, I am not being filled with glee,
You have inhibited me to grow,
Your touch feels like blackmail.
Cursed, I am forever.
but you are infinate.