Hand Stitched
Those bars before you could've been hand stitched.
You sowed that.
The unfortunate truth but that truth doesn't own you.
I force my love, squeeze it in between the inches of space.
Don't worry just stand back and watch..it will fit.
I didn't come in with it but here it appears oozing through my fingers.
You are not what you did or didn't do.
You are whoever you've grown into right now...at this moment.
Copyright © Zen Reed | Year Posted 2015
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