Quicksand

You're going to drown, way down,
but I'm trying to pull you out,
but you keep trying to pull me in.
I reach for you, and you keep pulling.
I keep pulling until our hands will slip
and then I'll see you sinking further
until you are no longer in my reach.
Why oh why did you step into it?
Why did you not see where you were
treading all those years ago now?
I want to save you my beloved,
but I'm afraid of going under with you.