Release

The Love that I feel

Cannot always be contained,

No matter how hard I try.

It always sifts below the surface,

Waiting for It's chance to rise

Waiting for It's chance to cruelly remind.

Oh, how I wish I could snuff It out!

To be rid of It once and for all,

To wipe my soul clean

And erase It’s poor Blemish,

And the unsightly Tarnish It leaves!

I long to disentangle

My Life's thread from yours.

To silence your ghostly voice,

And pull away from your phantom grasp.

In my moments of weakness

I doubt I ever could.

Then Sense kicks in

And knows that given the right chance,

I would.