The Dangling Thread
Like the thread that dangles from my sleeve
And unravels when it is pulled
You pulled at the thread sewn in my soul
Leaving a clump of string when you were through
I can feel my spirit unraveling
With each lie with which you tug
I can feel my soul falling apart
As you take advantage of my love
The thread that held together
The soul of a happy man
Has slowly been extracted
By a woman’s cheating hand
No needle can replace it
You can’t use a sewing machine
Only a pile of string is left behind
As you pulled the soul-thread clean
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