needlework (8/27/19)

i was a full garment before i met you.

 

i may have had some loose strings,

 

but they were nothing that a pair of sewing scissors couldn't fix.

 

then you gave me that million-dollar smile.

 

(you knew i was a beggar before i ever did.)

 

one by one, you pulled every string

 

so delicately i thought you were sewing me back together.

 

you made me want to come undone.

 

but now you're gone,

 

and i'm here --

 

hanging by a thread.

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