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I reach for a thread Ready to start again. I look into her eyes, Her beautiful enticing stare As I run my fingers through her hair Before beginning. I grin as I pierce the first Piece of material The beginning, When I first looked up Into her eyes Fighting for words As my heart flew away; The thread so entwine Not a strand left out of place Of this moment that Sealed our fate. This moment that I finally Felt awake. The material so bright Reminding me that love, Is the only magic in existence. I look up again To see she is nowhere to be seen, I swivel my head As the room bleeds, The darkness encloses. I reach for more material But it’s all gone. The thread starts to tater, As the stiches fall apart. I rest my head in my hands Whipping the tears away, Reminding myself how much Of a privilege it was to be yours For a moment. But now I see your grey, Beyond this light you would portray. As we drift apart, This little patchwork heart Fuels our forgotten love. Now to be just another antique, Of such mystique As I turn away Tears running down my face Time for my resting place.
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Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
This Little Patchwork Heart
I reach for a thread Ready to start again. I look into her eyes, Her beautiful enticing stare As I run my fingers through her hair Before beginning. I grin as I pierce the first Piece of material The beginning, When I first looked up Into her eyes Fighting for words As my heart flew away; The thread so entwine Not a strand left out of place Of this moment that Sealed our fate. This moment that I finally Felt awake. The material so bright Reminding me that love, Is the only magic in existence. I look up again To see she is nowhere to be seen, I swivel my head As the room bleeds, The darkness encloses. I reach for more material But it’s all gone. The thread starts to tater, As the stiches fall apart. I rest my head in my hands Whipping the tears away, Reminding myself how much Of a privilege it was to be yours For a moment. But now I see your grey, Beyond this light you would portray. As we drift apart, This little patchwork heart Fuels our forgotten love. Now to be just another antique, Of such mystique As I turn away Tears running down my face Time for my resting place.
jamie-treavish
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jamie-treavish
23/M/English
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
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