promises spilled,
snipped down in half.
needles pricked,
bleeding fingers.
wounds scab and
fade to scars,
most threads are
preciously mended.
YOU ARE READING
the art of letting go
Poetryif you love something set it free, if it comes back to you - it's meant to be; other times we're meant to see that we shouldn't be you & me. a collection of poems about he and me. © christine marie 2019.
unknotted
promises spilled,
snipped down in half.
needles pricked,
bleeding fingers.
wounds scab and
fade to scars,
most threads are
preciously mended.
