Holding onto frayed rope
Tied loosely, there goes hope.
Feel uptight and roughened up,
Lying dormant; nervous I’ll erupt.
Quick! Twist the cord,
Life is always fun abroad.
The rope is weak,
Love I’ll always seek.
Don’t forget me,
Or ties will break surely.
Lovely poem Cam. <3 xxx
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