Cut Me Some Rope Poem by Mark Heathcote

Cut me some rope
I don’t feel like swinging
I’d have trouble tying
My shoes if I didn’t have you

Cut me some slack dear
I’ve been drinking
And my eyes they’re like
Two empty closet doors closing

Cut me some room love
I’ll be as good as new soon
Love, let this old moon sojourn
I’ll be feeling better tomorrow morn

Cut me some space honey
My heart right now is a dark veil
Even I want to hide from it
And erase this lonely travail from you.

Oh cut me some rope baby
I don’t feel like swinging
I’d have trouble tying
My own shoes if I didn’t have you.