Tug of War
This tug of war we're playing is no game
Especially when my love is the rope
The back and forth is causing such a strain
That all I'm holding on to now is hope
It seems that's all of you that's left to hold
When once I had you in these loving arms
But love gets slippery when it gets cold
Your chill has even frozen all my charm
To think that you could love someone like me
Whose only treasure is a broken heart
I was a fool when I dared to believe
And should have known it from the very start
Though it is broken. my heart is still gold
If you can't see it's value, let it go
an original poem by Daniel Turner
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