Heart Stitch

by k i k i   Sep 12, 2005


Everything bare to the bone,
Flesh ripped of all meaning.
No hope is left,
Storm taken over, alone.
Revolution of minds,
Trying to make it a better place.

Take away the poverty, pain
That isn’t needed.
Destroy all evidence that we tried to
Kill others off, one by one.
Consider the possibilities of happiness,
Loving people for who they are.

Leaves falling, tears too,
Sick in the stomach; don’t know what to do.
Awake and scared,
Help needed, please stay.
Repair the cuts wit stitches,
Made from your heart.

Never will they break away.

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