Broken Mirror Shattered Self56989 Poems Read |
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FIX IT
You have me backed into a corner bleeding from the jugular Trying to sew up the wound so I can smile for you And there you are with a knife in your hand, trying to cut open my chest to put my heart back. I hate to break it to you, you're no surgeon I'm bleeding out Fading fast Why does this final moment seem to last and last Breathing is shallow Pulse is slow I got nothin left What do you think of this show After all you are the co star A shocking finale I'm slumped on the floor Needle and thread in hand Trying to sew up the wound you created While you tried your hand at heart surgery Looks like a lose/lose situation I lost my life You're left holding the knife Curtains close Dead silence You cant take it all back What do the dead know about feelings And what's to become of my heart I'll take it to the grave I suppose 2/26/2012
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