A girl who's stitching something,
Sewing something that you can't understand,
Can't be bothered,
She's to concentrated with her work.
She's sewing, stitching, and glue,
But it's not a cloth,
Something we can't see,
Something we easily hurt.
She's mending her broken heart,
That been shuttered into pieces,
Scars and wounds visible into,
A heart full of threads.
It's not visible to human naked eyes,
The threads, the stitches,
It was hidden and can't easily see,
But she know well.
Cause she's the tailor of her broken heart.
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Minyu's Diary Of Poems (ON HOLD)
RandomMinyu's Diary of Poems (Collection of Poems) is written by a girl named Minuette Moriarty. These poems are written using her thoughts, feelings, and experiences in everyday life.
