The burning rope

Some love just doesn't last

You gave me a rope

A bridge to your heart

A sweet security

That we'll never be apart. 

But you lit a fire

At the end of this rope

Asking

Will I keep holding on,

Even If I burn?

So I held on as tight as I could

While slowly burning

Proving to you

That I won't be going.

The fire burned the rope

And scarred my being

But even still

I just kept on holding. 

I waited for you

Hoping you'd stretch your hand

Until I was hurt and scarred

You never helped me stand. 

So I let go of the rope

So scorched and broken

But even then 

You've never once spoken.

It was a false security

I should have noticed

The rope you gave

Was a hokus pokus. 

You burned our bridges 

And fooled my heart

So a whole lot of me

You took a part.

I learned my lesson

And have only me to blame

I believed the lies

With your love that came. 

Now I'm done with love

And just trying to heal

All the hurt and scars

I hope not to feel.

Now the rope's turned to ashes

It turned to dust

Just a sad reminder

Of the difference of love to lust.

Reviews

[Rhianne Ney]

Ropes are hardly something that you could hold on for a long time. If you're not strong, you'll really fall down without any chances of getting back again because the rope is up there or if it's broken already. Ropes never provided any comfort at all to persons who needs to be saved from the misery that they are plunged into. Because ropes don't have supports either, that's why it always fail to what it should do.

What these people really need is a helping hand, because hands are connected to arms and arms are connected to a body. That at least can give any one an assurance that they can still be saved for everything that destroyed them. (:

~Rhianne

[Carissa Marie]

thanks for the review. :)

[Rhianne Ney]

You're welcome, kabayan