She sat there
With her heart in her hands.
There were no glue
To mend
The broken heart
Bleeding in her hands.
YOU ARE READING
Dear soul sister,
PoetryWords I want to tell my soul sister. Words which are never enough to describe our bond.
Fix Me
She sat there
With her heart in her hands.
There were no glue
To mend
The broken heart
Bleeding in her hands.
