I have a problem.

I’ve got hold of someone’s heartstrings.

It’s not a very big string Just a small strand.

I’m holding on for all it’s worth.

It’s a silver strand. If I don’t pull at a

Looks away, daydreaming

Forgetting about this hand

Holding the string.

Pulling too often Irritates the delicate heart,

Makes it terribly uncomfortable

I’ve tried pushing the string.

You simply can’t push a string

And make any effective headway

So I end up pulling on it

Trying to pull ever so gently

Too hard, it will rip right out of the heart

Too lightly, I sit holding a handful

Of beautiful string

But I can’t quite make heads nor tails

Of what I should do with it.

Heartstrings are delicate things, you know.

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