wInk 3

It will be rough seas from now on

If you let me loose.

If you untangle the noose.

I’m used to it now.

The when?  The how?

The to the fro.

The ‘Common let’s go’.

So please don’t stop or my heart will.

I’m already on the sill for you.

I’ve already given too much for your touch.

I’m froth at your tips

Fizz on your lips.

Linked to the ink.

You’re drawing me down.

You’re drawing me in.

Oh the sin!

Sin.

(c) Slumpless

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