Strings

A renewal of an old flame

Tables turned,

you see the bridges i burnt,

never went a blaze,

so when he returned,

his touch i couldn't resist,

as for his love, i yearned

until he went a miss.

I missed our vibes of pure bliss,

nothing comes close,

to what we dismissed,

but now everything feels old,

and cold like a deadbeat,

so I've got to hold on,

to the strings of my heart.

Its always a game,

when it comes to you,

you light a flame,

then leave me to fan it,

as you find your next aim,

and with no shame,

say that i am to blame.

So why do i always take the bait?

Maybe its coz of how you say,

that you care to this very day,

or it's coz you never went away,

even though your trust i betrayed,

it must be fate that has us in a bind,

Oh how cliche!