Love & a Noose.

 

 

I’ve been searching all my life,

For a way, a blessing may you, to end this strife.

 

But in my searching, I found instead you,

And within your hands you held my noose.

 

I don’t want to be in love, I did not even care to feel.

But the water rises seemingly all against my will.

 

 

Biata