Your web of words tied me to you.

Weawing threads so thick I couldn't break through.

Like tiny daggers that circled my arms,

continued to the side and bound my heart.

Whispering sweet nothings in my ear

when all I wanted was to see you clear.

Cause what are promises spilled in the sand?

I'm bound to sail the oceans with no sight of land.

By Jonna Kihlman

From: Sweden

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