I get sick of my rusty parts
So I start
Yanking me apart.
Strategically I scatter my static limbs about the concrete
My minds own crime scene
I short circuit and nobody can solve me
So I think
But effortlessly
He picks up the parts of me
He screws them back together
Patiently
As if this hasn't already happened
Every day this week
The hope that lies in him
Recharges me- My battery
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 5:01 AM UTC
I get sick of my rusty parts
So I start
Yanking me apart.
Strategically I scatter my static limbs about the concrete
My minds own crime scene
I short circuit and nobody can solve me
So I think
But effortlessly
He picks up the parts of me
He screws them back together
Patiently
As if this hasn't already happened
Every day this week
The hope that lies in him
Recharges me- My battery
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