ribbons & string

as if my chance
or fate -- though, too often
my fate rested on chance...

you wander before my life,
picking daisies and smelling roses,
just down the hill, too far than I am.
and then there is that thing you hum
that I thought was mine all mine,
and you go along singing it out of my
head,
   pulling
        the rhymes
             like ribbons and st
                               r
                               i
                               n
                               g.

my heart always found a way outside of my
ribs, even as another smiled confidently
believing she held the only key, the locks
wither from their frost and open the door,
you walk in unexpectedly.
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