maybe my tongue is tied
with all of the feelings I buried behind it,
little tongue twisters that I refused to speak
perhaps I should have turned around,
looked you in the eyes
and told you that I'd be your man,
that we are loyalty
that comes in two,
a pretty set
left only to you & i,
a pair that is tied together
by something like fate,
except it isn't fate,
but two people that fought side by side,
and now fight together,
experience has glued together,
a stitching from a more experienced hand,
and I think,
that I left something behind that day,
when I rejected your love,
forcing it to take root
somewhere distant from here.