Pull back hard, my lovely

Drag me behind the paces

Show me what you see ugly

And stop me from going places



Pull back hard, drag on my fingers

Nail me in my place, make me halt

And then as you tarry so and linger

My hands grab at you hard to hold



And the goodness I know you are

Stifles me and pain shoots thru arm

For you've caused stress in my heart

And momentarily lost all your charm



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

8:37am Friday, Feb. 27th, 1998