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Ashleigh Foster Feb 2016
Stiches
Ashleigh Foster
Feb 2016
I can't beleive how badly I am hurt
I cant belive how sore my wonds are.
Why did you have to stab me so deep?
I need someone to heal these cuts.
I'm going under the water
but I know that I can swim my way
out of the water.
Your not my lover any more if
your killing me.
You watched me bleed until I passed out,
you put me on my knees
when I was passed out
you left me all alone so I will be
needing stiches cause i wont be able to get
any of your kisses.
You tripped over me as you walked away so now I
will be needing stiches
I was the moth that was drawn to your flame
You brought me in and I couldnt feel any pain,
your heart is to cold to love.
I am left seeing my blood on my own.
I'm going under the water
but I know that I can swim my way
out of the water.
Your not my lover any more if
your killing me.
You watched me bleed until I passed out,
you put me on my knees
when I was passed out
you left me all alone so I will be
needing stiches cause i wont be able to get
any of your kisses.
You tripped over me as you walked away so now I
will be needing stiches
Needle and the thread
Gotta get you out of my head
Needle and the thread
Gonna wind up dead
Needle and the thread
Gotta get you out of my head
Needle and the thread
Gonna wind up dead
Needle and the thread
Gotta get you out of my head
Needle and the thread
Gonna wind up dead
Needle and the thread
Gotta get you out of my head get you out of my head
You watched me bleed until I passed out,
you put me on my knees
when I was passed out
you left me all alone so I will be
needing stiches cause i wont be able to get
any of your kisses.
You tripped over me as you walked away so now I
will be needing stiches
I cant belive how sore my wonds are.
Why did you have to stab me so deep?
I need someone to heal these cuts.
I'm going under the water
but I know that I can swim my way
out of the water.
Your not my lover any more if
your killing me.
You watched me bleed until I passed out,
you put me on my knees
when I was passed out
you left me all alone so I will be
needing stiches cause i wont be able to get
any of your kisses.
You tripped over me as you walked away so now I
will be needing stiches
I was the moth that was drawn to your flame
You brought me in and I couldnt feel any pain,
your heart is to cold to love.
I am left seeing my blood on my own.
I'm going under the water
but I know that I can swim my way
out of the water.
Your not my lover any more if
your killing me.
You watched me bleed until I passed out,
you put me on my knees
when I was passed out
you left me all alone so I will be
needing stiches cause i wont be able to get
any of your kisses.
You tripped over me as you walked away so now I
will be needing stiches
Needle and the thread
Gotta get you out of my head
Needle and the thread
Gonna wind up dead
Needle and the thread
Gotta get you out of my head
Needle and the thread
Gonna wind up dead
Needle and the thread
Gotta get you out of my head
Needle and the thread
Gonna wind up dead
Needle and the thread
Gotta get you out of my head get you out of my head
You watched me bleed until I passed out,
you put me on my knees
when I was passed out
you left me all alone so I will be
needing stiches cause i wont be able to get
any of your kisses.
You tripped over me as you walked away so now I
will be needing stiches
I took some of the lyrics from the song stiches by Shawne Mendes
betterdays Jun 2019
miles mean nothing
betterdays
Jun 2019
miles mean nothing to a heart that is pure
words penned in grace, sent to ether
give heartease to the overstretched
sowing stiches of understanding
in tapestry threadbare
little suns and stars
shining bright in love and hope
from face unseen and adirondack chair
gives strength to one down, from down under
allows grief, the words needed the abilty to care
for these simple gifts, no payment required
from the heart open to care...
words penned in grace, sent to ether
give heartease to the overstretched
sowing stiches of understanding
in tapestry threadbare
little suns and stars
shining bright in love and hope
from face unseen and adirondack chair
gives strength to one down, from down under
allows grief, the words needed the abilty to care
for these simple gifts, no payment required
from the heart open to care...
in response to a beautiful poem" the dirge of memory" gifted to me by Nat Lipstadt....one in a million..
Melissa E Pike May 2014
Puppet II
Melissa E Pike
May 2014
The trick is that you have to let her know she’s holding the strings
You can’t play hard to get
You have to give your all, leave your wounds open for the salt to be poured in
Cause that’s what it’s all about!
It’s about being defenseless with that one person,
Letting them crawl under your skin
Cause if it’s true, they’ll be the first to pull out the first aid kit
And you may think that letting them hold your strings is a wicked thing
But in the end,
Those strings that they’re holding..
Are the stiches they use to pull you back together
You can’t play hard to get
You have to give your all, leave your wounds open for the salt to be poured in
Cause that’s what it’s all about!
It’s about being defenseless with that one person,
Letting them crawl under your skin
Cause if it’s true, they’ll be the first to pull out the first aid kit
And you may think that letting them hold your strings is a wicked thing
But in the end,
Those strings that they’re holding..
Are the stiches they use to pull you back together