Stiched
As the moonlight falls on me
I try to empty myself
drop that hopeful glint
into the very darkness
everyday I pick up a pair of scissors
open up the stitches
wipe off all the marks
still your name seamed in my heart
refuses to be needled out
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2016 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life
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