Chest full to the brim
Waterfalls spill over
You pick up the piece
There falls another
While bending to help
I see scissors on my lover
Laid in his hands
The blood provides cover
You cut out a piece
There falls another
With tired eyes
I look to you and say
"Thanks for putting me back together".
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
Chest full to the brim
Waterfalls spill over
You pick up the piece
There falls another
While bending to help
I see scissors on my lover
Laid in his hands
The blood provides cover
You cut out a piece
There falls another
With tired eyes
I look to you and say
"Thanks for putting me back together".