You've stitched me up with your little sewing machine
Your eyes may be sharp as needles
But they've patched the holes in my soul
Like a concrete statue my cracks only sprawled,
Spread farther and left me as weak as eggshells
My happiness was held away from me, struggling to escape
From...who knows where. But now it's here.
You've stitched me up with your words and your thread
Spun my fears and pain into little snakes that slithered away
And now, I can keep you warm again,
I can be your friend
And because you helped me mend, I can try to do the same for you
YOU ARE READING
Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
