Poetry2ponder's Blog

No strings attached

to this attache

For inside is my cache

of lost hearts

and forgotten art.

And I won’t let you inside,

until you give me somewhere to hide

my humble, half-hearted humor

and my depression tumor.

No, there are no strings attached

to this emergency hatch.

I cling to it for safety and hope,

As I cling to my exit, a noose of rope.

I tell you, there’s no strings attached

I cut them with my samurai sword

Free my mind from fear and discord.

But the sword tears holes that cannot be patched.

I rip strings apart

Because of a lack of trust

and a broken heart.

I need to stop, I must.

There are no ties that bind around my neck

Becaue I’m a casual dresser,

An emotion repressor,

No ties that bind, not even a peck.

No strings attached,

No eggs have hatched.

You’ll never get in,

And I’ll never win.