Sexyladybug13

through the eye of a needle our veins are threaded lines made of tendons twined we begin stitching joining our minds, souls and bodies each loop is sewn tight we become less duplicitous merging into a singular being so that the I of us no longer exists no living being can break our bonds these ties that bind us what if you decided to break from me to tear away rending those careful stitches we've made would I die without you perish from the pain bleeding out from the holes left by you those endless abysses where heart and soul once dwelled these are questions I hope I never know alas, I can still answer them with a reso