Tend To Mend
A broken heat tends to mend itself back together.
It won’t take forever, only a while.
Leaving you is like walking the mile.
Didn’t think that this would happen…
Just take that sharp needle, along with the thin thread
And mend…
My heart is delicate, just like fabric.
It’s easy to tear, yet easy to repair.
I know this is the right thing to do,
But I just can’t think of leaving you,
After all that we have been through….
You were my first love, peaceful as a dove.
You were my first kiss, which now becomes my first diss…
You said you loved me, I said it too.
But sadly I don’t think it was ever true.
I will say one thing; I’m going to miss you.
You were my first, but not my last.
The both of us have to move on.
You have got to be strong,
You can do so much better than me…
Find someone that will fill your heart,
And I’ll runaway, flee.
I’ll be somebody else’s girlfriend to be.
Though ill have to fight to fend,
My broken heart will tend to mend.
Copyright © Jasmine Murphy | Year Posted 2011
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