Control

The course of sea never took its toll on me

as we traveled through oceans of faces

Open gateways murmured their lovely rhymes

And your condolences were never a match to mine

The course of fate refused to catch them too late

lining hallways seldom stood souls

To resist was never an option openly spoken

But the ways in which to succumb were taken

Tuesdays, beckon you to come

Fridays, beg you to run

Sundays, bring you back again

All week your heart, you defend

The sleet and rain endeavored to abstain

Subside quickly became awaited on

All we could do was lull through your goodbyes

In ourselves we attempted to confide

some things require no reason

Do you find it hard to relax and stay calm

Do you pick yourself up after you fall

Tuesdays, beckon you to come

Fridays, beg you to run

Sundays, bring you back again

All week your heart, you defend

I've got nothing to lose, nothing to keep, nothing to write a psalm for

"I love you" he said and it was written in red

I've got everything to lose, everything to love and die for

what about you?

what will you do?

when everyone lets go of your hand