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


  • Somerica

    Gentle love explained in word of beauty.

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