Stitch
Send me the pieces of my heart so I can stitch them back together. I'll lock them in a
glass case that no one can shatter. Love is just a word to you, not a true feeling. Your
heart is made of stone & you don't know the meaning.I gave you my soul & you sold it
to the devil. I let you keep my heart and all you know is how to mishandle, dismantle,
disassemble, shatter, batter, take & break, stomp on it until the pieces are like sand &
blow away when the wind blows. Blows like the crap you tried to fool me with, the lies
out of your mouth. All you know how to do is bring true love down. Down into to hell is
where I fell. You left me there to burn & be in agony. You don't have the strength to
save me. You give up & move on leaving my heart jagged & torn & forever damned to
be alone. So send me the pieces of my heart so I can try and stitch them back together.
I'll stitch them the best I can, but it will bleed through the cracks you made. FOREVER.
Copyright © Amber Crouch | Year Posted 2011
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