I am a string
Knotted and twisted
cast out upon the breeze.
left to drift upon the streets
searching aimlessly for something
I settle here
I settle there,
but never is it long
Before with haste
I am pushed.
I am blown.
I am cast out again,
and once more alone.
A simple touch of a gentle hand
Just a meer brush agisnt a loving cheek
all so subtle, sweet, and meek,
but never long am I to hold
before in the the wind
I am thrown
Because I am like a string
twisted Knotted,
and tossed upon the breeze
never loved long
and never held close
Just left alone. To be tossed upon the winds
of a world grown cold.
