The needle pierced
The red silk cloth
Forming a pattern
With a red string following behind
The string attached her heart
Back together
It was a bloody mess
And the cloth fell apart
She never knew how
To fix herself
But she knew no one
That could sew
She tried to fix her own heart
But the pieces
Never fit
Just right
She sewed herself back together
The needle stabbing through
Her heart
To much blood was lost
And she never got the chance
To fix herself
YOU ARE READING
Sewn together
PoetryWelcome to my new poetry book. Take a journey through my poems and thoughts. Enjoy.
