Mend
Sow the hole in my heart
So i may not feel as i am dead
Its ripped me apart
From all words been said
A last painful kiss
Left alone in this bliss
Now begging for your thread
To mend all that i dread
The patch that is made
All my tears shell fade
Letting all beauty show
From every stitch you sow
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