Put the pieces together
Glue them up just right
Stitches and bandaids
I can mend your broken heart
I won't cut myself on your jagged edges
I won't bleed out on your wounds
I won't run from your issues
I will fix your broken smile
I won't feed you empty truths
Won't tell you I'm not like the rest
Even though that is true
I won't tell you this won't hurt
Sometimes it will
After all
Chunks of your space have to fall
For you to see my shooting stars
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 4:42 AM UTC
Put the pieces together
Glue them up just right
Stitches and bandaids
I can mend your broken heart
I won't cut myself on your jagged edges
I won't bleed out on your wounds
I won't run from your issues
I will fix your broken smile
I won't feed you empty truths
Won't tell you I'm not like the rest
Even though that is true
I won't tell you this won't hurt
Sometimes it will
After all
Chunks of your space have to fall
For you to see my shooting stars
