Time that we had was always yours and not mine,
Sounded great just like the falling pins nine.
Handle with care was the heart that i shared,
You played with it like you never cared.
The threads were never meant to be entangled,
You winded them so hard, so close to dead.
Wish you would be my saviour at times,
As in my bad phase is always a bottle of OLD WINE.
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