get that needle over there,
and stitch my flesh,
something inside me aches,
but I couldn't point where.
unroll the tissue,
wipe my tears away,
and the rusty taste of my lips,
even if you don't want to.
steal that smile,
plastered on her face,
that should be mine,
if he's mine even for a while.
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Rainbow Sky ( A Collection )
PoetryDrabbles and poems of thoughts of people living under the rainbow sky. (c) PurpleMindedGirl