Needles sting my pulsing heart
An inner bond, unbroken
Wisps of yarn, tufts of string
Cover my hand
Creases, torn and broken skin
A trail of pain, an endless path
The holes in my hand, gaping wide
Long for completion
If two magnets attract each other
Why do we repel so far away
One final glance
A turned back
Compel me
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
Needles sting my pulsing heart
An inner bond, unbroken
Wisps of yarn, tufts of string
Cover my hand
Creases, torn and broken skin
A trail of pain, an endless path
The holes in my hand, gaping wide
Long for completion
If two magnets attract each other
Why do we repel so far away
One final glance
A turned back
Compel me
Wouldn't you stay with me?
