Thread the needle
Knot the end copious times
Hold the patch over the denim
Because there are no pins to hold it still
Carefully stitch
Keep it neat
Blast that screaming music
Let tears roll
Imagine you telling me how crooked the thread is
And how motionless in white is a pansy emo band
Compared to what you grew up with
But the playlist wouldn't change
Songs would play
Stitches would hold the patch down
And at the end
It'll be okay
I'm still mad about what happened to you
I think I always will be
But
Now I hope
I know
That your patch is finally bound to denim
Over my heart
That you're finally free
That Odin's hand is on your shoulder
Guiding you to the Great Hall of Valhalla
And you are finally free
Put the needle and thread away
Turn off the music
Pull on the coat
Caress the patch
Continue on with the day
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book 1
PoetryRandom Poetry! This is just a cute selection of them. 😊 They're not necessarily in any particular order, they're just in the order of randomness! So *warning*: the emotions WILL fluctuate a lot!! And also *warning* possible profanity. STARTED: Marc...
