He took me into his arms,
I was foolish to think,
He actually loved me for one second,
Then he took all my letters,
Burnt them away to ash.
I gave you my heart,
Without knowing,
what you did to my letters.
You threw it away,
To let it shatter...
YOU ARE READING
Stitch my heart
PoetryIt can hurt you, people I mean. You can hurt your self. But someone must fix you. You can try but you must Mende, stitch, and love again.