shes got every color woven into her soul
the depths she can go, with her eyes
are untold. one moment shes bright, the next she is cold
shes just as much silver as she is gold
her needles are small, and some of them thin, but shes got a few as well
that hurt going in
shes pain-free but carries the pains of the world in the cushion of her heart, where the pins call home.
shell mend any soul, corrupted or blessed
she doesnt care, if youre poor or well dressed, she goes without rest, always a next, to serve
i always felt but never knew, in totality
this work that she does
i remember once she tried to construe, an image for me,
"I'm a chameleon"' she said, "It's what I do"
right then i knew, how deep her workings went. shell hold your hand and follow you to hell, just to bring you to heaven
shecame into my dream, i ran for her my soul screaming, for her embrace
i found you
without needing to look
i burried my face. in your soft brown hair. people were staring, but with smiles in their eyes.
i hugged you SO tight
we fell to the floor, collapsing into our laughter
you looked at me, with that shade  of your eyes, i know is only for me , you saw my tattered dress, you tightened the seams,
and told me I was beautiful...
and for thefirst time ever,
i believe