The heart is but a skein spun from different colors.
Look, another thread comes undone.
The more the counts of encounters and partings pile up, the more they grow.
Tied, untied, bound together to keep from breaking.
We cry and laugh in alternating turns.
Cut and sew.
Weave in color.
The heart is but a skein spun from different colors.
Blending together, supporting one another, growing stronger.
It becomes a vivid, imperfect, beloved, and important bond.
We connect with each other.
We don't have to lose it.
It's fine to be different colors.
But it certainly changes.
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You color even things that shouldn't be visible to the eye.
All you do is color over them to fit what you want to believe.
We mutter about misjudgments.
Even if we wait.
They fade and crumble.
Feelings, crossing past each other, meet again as skeins.
We communicate and share, growing stronger.
Don't fear, don't let go, don't give up-turn it into a new strength.
We pull it closer.
To any sadness or loneliness,
Even if it rains on us,
To suffering and regret,
Even if we are swallowed up.
As for giving up,
It won't take color.
The heart, you know... entwined, an unbreakable promise.
Look, another one I can't throw away.
The heart is but a skein spun from different colors.
Blending together, supporting one another, growing stronger.
It becomes a vivid, imperfect, beloved, and important bond.
We connect with each other.
We don't have to lose it.
It's fine to be different colors.
But it certainly changes.