#stitched
Her palm was a guide
lightning bugs stitched in the stars
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 12:02 PM UTC
I had stitched every hole
Every worn down place
Yes, I was perfectly flawed
But I was sewn tight together
The waves could come
Shake me if they could
But my stitching stayed strong
I thought it always would
There's something new
Hunting me down
Sharp sharp claws
My stitches fall to the ground
Like a torrent of rain
Just enough to crack open
The floodgates
I am lost in the river and I can't see the ground
Praying for a hand to reach out but I won't make a sound
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
Back when I was glitched,
you found me broken
and you stitched me back up,
now I'm more than full of love.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 12:09 AM UTC
I saw broken pieces scattered at the corner.
*I picked each one.
Piled them up.
I put them all together.
It was challenging tho.
It was broken, crashed awfully.
Hard to find the right pieces
To place on the right places
But I was awestruck.
After a long try.
Finally, the pieces were beautifully stitched.*
The broken pieces were her heart.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
Girl with stitched lips, whats your name?
And who named you before you came?
Please tell me why are you oh so sad,
Is it because of the previous life you had?
From whom have you inherited your eyes?
****** and orange; the color of burning skies.
Your pale face taut and soaked with tears,
What lurks in your mind m'lady; what kind of fears?
On your lips; who did the needlework?
Dried blood glosses the black thread of the artwork.
O' who is the man knocking on your door every night,
For what reason does he give you a fright?
Who lets him in as you live alone,
Why don't you ever answer the ringing phone?
What are the secrets that you hide,
That has caused your lips to be tied?
O' what are these dark secrets you can not reveal,
That has given you scars you can not heal?
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC
You stitched your name on my heart and in my brain.
It hurt but I wasn't broken...
So I tried to pick them out,
But I only bled
So I left them there
And took the scars instead.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
My heart is stitched
I no longer feel
Though deep beneath all those veins of hurt
I feel nothing
Nothing at all
But I still hang on
I hang onto people
People who couldn't care less
I seem sad
So simply sad
Though there isn't a word to describe my loss of trust
And lack of love
Because to me
Love is just a word
There is nothing behind it
Because every time I fall for it
I end up getting pushed back down
But back to reality
I've been stuck between two sides
But I no longer am part of any
My heart is torn
And now I have
Ripped stitches
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC