Sew Me Up
watch it rise,
and the moon will cry,
eyes drip stars,
and i wish to die,
for that same moon,
is like my heart,
if it's not full,
it comes apart,
take a needle,
and a thread of stars,
mend my heart,
ignore my scars.
@};~
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2012
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