Strangled Oath

Clasp me in solace
And make a promise
Such force must hold vast
A promise far cast

Thoughts for the future
Such thoughts I capture
Try must I? waiting
My words for baiting

Bait for you my dear
Such clouds must be clear
But young eyes live now
Young eyes, not seek how

How? How must go time
What must have love climb
Must love be tested
Why not just jested?

Questions in fetters
Ask why in letters
Notes in paper things
Scream: why love not sings?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The feeling was like a poof and a clinch. That sort of clinch that rips out and tears muscle, and that sort of poof where it never was.

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