We’re marionettes dangling from intertwining strings
Those strings sometimes collide, but never connect
I’ve tried for so long to tie us in knots
But you’ve tried for so long to untangle the mess
My strings sometimes soak in a melancholic substance
And after all these years, they’ve become withered and frail
Snapping when hurricanes blow and sweep connections away
Some days I withdraw my strings
Hoping you will wonder where they went
But those days you find other strings
And tie new knots for a stronger connection
If only my strings could withstand the hot, stormy days
So they can connect on the cool, mild nights.
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