What a sharp needle you use with thread
What a thorny thread you use to sow back together my wounds
What deadly stitches you've used on me
I'd say stop trying, I've had enough
But then you'd stop trying all together
Apart of me blames you
The other blames me
When I close my eyes, I see yours
When I smile, I feel yours
When I laugh, I hear yours
I told you that this was fate
You said it was meant to be
We both were wrong
Now we both want to make amends
But your way of saying sorry hurts
And These stitches won't hold
I'm still gonna bleed
Just save my heart
Let me save yours
- Author: Brie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 22nd, 2017 17:02
- Comment from author about the poem: *Forgery will not be allowed.* No copies of any kind. Please enjoy. :) ©2017
- Category: Love
- Views: 38
Comments1
Gentle love explained in word of beauty.
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