He caught your eye,
And helped the scabs heal
But you didn’t know
He’d be the one
To make them fresh again
He pulled you away
From friends, from kin
And sewed your hands to his
All it took for you to feel the thread,
Was my soft turned unwelcome voice.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC
He caught your eye,
And helped the scabs heal
But you didn’t know
He’d be the one
To make them fresh again
He pulled you away
From friends, from kin
And sewed your hands to his
All it took for you to feel the thread,
Was my soft turned unwelcome voice.
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