If you're the yarn then I'm the needle
I move straight through you
If you're the stove then I'm the kettle
Your heat causes me to bubble
Until I spill over and make a mess
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PoetryYou filled my bones With words we never spoke Suddenly I was too much to carry A collection of poems I wrote on my notes app and want to share with the world of wattpad.
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If you're the yarn then I'm the needle
I move straight through you
If you're the stove then I'm the kettle
Your heat causes me to bubble
Until I spill over and make a mess
