A poll
On the intro to my biography 
Will I be looking back on this
In another year hence
Another ten
Recompense 
Coz I can’t give up
On this holy love
That has me string a sentence together 
Even if it’s just about the weather
And how a rainy grey sky
Is similar to the feeling I die
Into on a daily basis
Did he try to erase us 
Or was it just a crack that trip
A good man into it
As it pulls me like a climber’s harness
And I feel the tension that the carcass
Of who we used to be exerts
The sight of you still hurts
Coz you’re everything I want to own
And all that I wish I’d never known
But what kind of prayer is that
For something that you would take back
Can’t I be grateful for you
And the cavern I was pulled into
By the magnet strength of love
Something gifted from above
That sends the tension reeling
Do you even know what you’re feeling
To spitfire down the line
But you come back each and every time
To take tea with my debate
I tell you take it up with fate