Author's Note: I felt like writing about sewing and stitching. Inspiration sometimes comes out of nowhere and you write on...
You were a spool,
that I took off the rack,
you were an uncommon color that I haven't used.
You were bright and dark,
in the dim light, you stood out
like a spark.
With my fingers
I try to unwind the thread of your secrets
behind your laughter,
you caught my attention.
If I could understand your sorrow,
I'd be the helping hand,
your tomorrow,
I'd let you leave your heart in my hands
Now with a needle,
I intend to stitch the
happiest moments of your life.
As I watch you a far
secretly supporting you
from where you are.
And with my mind
I unwind and figure out your puzzle.
With each piece I found who you are.
It's definite enough to see the pieces altogether fit.
If I could understand your thread of sorrow,
I'd be your helping hand,
your tomorrow.
I'd carry out the ghost-like soul,
in you.
As I sew you into
the tapestry of my life,
now you have tasted my strife,
to find myself.
You'll see I'm no longer awake,
I wish to dream on.
And as you find a way
to my homeless heart,
you'll see the shame,
I have.
There is no place for me right now.
If you could understand my thread of sorrow,
didn't you know my hope goes to tomorrow?
You know so much it's hard to stitch you
on to my heart.
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