Let me mend your wounds, my dear,
Let me see your scars.
I’ll brush the dust off of you,
Peer inside and count your stars.
Read me your sins and
Let me hold your tears;
Give me your hand, darling,
Lend to me your fears.
When you kiss me, whisper
Into my mouth your dreams.
Give me a needle and
Let me sew up your broken seams.
I know you’re fractured,
But I am too.
All I ask, my dear,
Is that you let me love you.