Ball of String

In my head I have a ball of string that sits there nice and
neat
where your here with me, It rests there very comfy
like I'ts waiting to be released.
When you go away, it pushes foward in my mind
and my thoughts get very tangly and unkind

At first I sit and prod it, then I soon begin to tease it
my mind wont leave it resting
Then very quickly it's a mess and very knotty
and for some reason, my heart is aching
Oh I wish that you were here

My little ball of string comes off the spool
It ends up a heap on the memory floor
Is trodden on and trampled upon
sometimes I feel I can take no more

Then when you come home from working away
and you see the mess my string has made
you help me to untangle it, reasurre me its ok
You ease me with your gentle words of love
And together we put it away..

Till the next time.....