Patch.
A patch on above my knee.
Over my pants.
Your needle was careful.
It covered the hole.
A huge hole
And the flapping threads were gone.
"All done Rose."
Your smile was found on
lips set
a smirk.
I found a place high up
Away from your face
I felt the lace of my shirt
on my neck.
I tumble.
And crumble to the ground.
Your needle once agian
another patch
of plaid
stitched
on my knee.
"Rose last time. Finished?"
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clasping roses {√}
Poetry❛❛no one was searching for what she was searching for..❜❜ From when I'm missing you. Dark thoughts take over. But when you leave. I have someone new. May 14 2017: Ranked 853 in poetry
