Wounded Warrior

It was an ocean, it was like a wave
It wasn’t you but the feeling that made me cave

I tried to hold on longer because of our connection
But it was the rope that became a dissection

Ripples in my heart
I failed us on my part

Seamstress sewed so slowly
Repairing the patch in our tapestry
It was the needle and the sewn seed in me.
The kingdom always knew; they had telepathy.

Though your touch was brisk, little did I know the risk
For our revelation had a price, you and I were sorta nice
It’s the end of an era, the bridge we first met is merely an icy mirror; repression of a past.