Your love is the String
That chained - the Beads of my soul
This Bling - I now wear
Rob it - and I would not Feel whole!

Unaware - the weight of Them
Would cause - It - to wear
They are now - Scattered
Ripping my soul - Bare!

I look for Them - in corners
I Never thought I would go
Retrieving Them - one - by - one
Barely surviving each Blow!

Truly - I wonder - having collected a Few
Is it worthy - searching for these Pieces - of Me?
Or would it have been much Easier
If - It - had only - Choked Me?