Threads

The fates of lives intertwined
Between threads of hate and love combined
A tiny cut destroys all the gifts of time
It slowly begins to fray, and love becomes benign
Hate takes over, its plan from the very start
Fears begin to ring true upon your shaken heart
But in time of need, time of shame
True love will forever remain
It is that thread that hangs on so tight
The one that lasts forever with strength and might
The fate of you and me tied amongst this very thread
The first cut was me from you, now to each other we are dead
Though our hearts still beat it not for one another