UNRAVELED

UNRAVELED

The way the feeling lingers,

The elicit touch of your fingers,

I guess we have different interpretations,

Or was it just my imagination?

I plea for an address,

Or some sort of request.

The thought of cutting Samson’s hair

Or leaving a fish to breathe air,

Is the very action of an invasive flair.

Can’t one just be plain and simple?

Is not a kiss considered ample?

I guess that love is a victory march,

Cause there’s competition for the broken heart.

It pains the mind to see this way,

But to the emotions, one must obey.

The cruel cold keeps piercing in.

The great unknown is under my skin.

How can one ignore

The heart’s broken door?

The secret is now out;

There’s no need to shout,

As the brokenness is too massive,

And the body has nothing left to give.