BOUND to be BONDED kinda BOND....

DURING A WEEK LONG FIGHT,
BETWEEN MY WILL AND MY PLIGHT.

A FIGHT OVER THE LOUDEST INNER CRY,
AS MY PLIGHT'S TAUNTING LAUGH,
JUST REMAINS A TRY.
MY WILL HAD THE LAST LAUGH,
AND MANAGED TO KEEP MY CHEEKS DRY.

AFTER A WEEK LONG FIGHT,
BETWEEN MY WILL AND MY PLIGHT.

I ENJOY MYSELF FAILING TO OPEN MY EYES,
ON A LAZY SUNDAY MORNING.
AS I TAKE A DEEP DIVE INTO MY MEMORY LANE,

A LANE MADE UP OF HER SWEET TALK,
MAY BE SWEETER THAN THE SWEETEST WORDS OF A TODDLER.

A LANE MADE UP OF HER CHARM,
A CHARM MOST LIKELY INDEFINABLE.

A LANE MADE UP OF OUR TOGETHERNESS,
A TOGETHERNESS THAT WAS SO EFFORTLESS.

AT THE END OF THE LANE I CAN FEEL HER PRESENCE,
THE PRESENCE OF THE EMBRACING ARMS,
WHICH WAS THE REASON FOR ALL DAY CHARMS
THE CARING KISS ON THE FOREHEAD,
AND THE DEPARTING WORDS SO WELL SAID.

AFTER A WEEK LONG FIGHT AND A 10 MINUTE DIVE,
MAY BE MY WILL WAS TOO TIRED TO WIN THE FIGHT,
AND MY PLIGHT HAD THE LAST LAUGH.

FINALLY, THE FEEL OF THE CREEP OF THE TEARS
MAKE ME OPEN MY EYES AND GET UP.
SITTING ON THE BED, STARING AT THE WET, BIG DOT ON THE PILLOW,
 I SAY TO MYSELF, " THANKS BE TO MY WILL"
                                   " CURSE BE TO NO ONE".