Holding the needle steady
Together we stitch me
Before we sew
You kiss my wounds
And tell me how pretty my scars are
Past healed
Blood pumping
With each stitch I resurrect what was lost
Parts of me I forgot existed
Pain gone
Hope restored
My bandages tell many stories
But now I have become at one with peace
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Forbidden Words
PoetryAre there thoughts and feelings you have but can't quite express? Do you find yourself romanticizing your life for the sake of escaping boredom? Well, my dear readers, lose yourself in my words that will instantly transport you elsewhere, to a place...
