strings

There are strings that bound us all.
These bonds come and they must go.
Sooner or later, they go.
Their very existence is proof of their end.

But, for good and bad, I’ve found,
in the middle of my chaos,
a bond that cannot be broken.
And shines on

eternal,
untouched,
complete,
endless, everlasting.
Aching in its very core,
screaming its perfect beauty.

I’ve found you,
a bond that never existed.
Cos' what never came can't go.
and now that i know,
i can't make it go.
it can only grow.