Im sorry I'm so pathetic
That I need an anesthetic
To stitch the shards
Of my broken heart
When you tried so hard
To tear it apart
But sew, sew, sew
I will
With flower petals
And sheets of metal
Sew, sew, sew
I will
In my own tower
With gun powder
Sew sew sew
I will
so no one may ever
Not even in a thousand years
Or forever
Hold my heart for granted
Or in red they'll be painted
YOU ARE READING
Pages of my soul
Poetrymy very own original poetry - thank you for reading P.S. If you buy me a coffee I'll write a poem based off any topic of your choosing.
