My heart rests at your feet.
Broken in despair.
Put it out of its misery.
or fix and repair.
Etch your name in its stitches.
So I don't forget you soon.
Or leaves the seams open.
To air the gaping wound.
Mend it with band-aids.
And your first aid kit.
Stitch it back together.
make the pieces fit.
Don't forget the knife.
Stabbed deep into my heart.
Pull it out quickly.
Or watch it rip me apart.
Sow it all shut.
And leaves the seams wide open.
Keep me hanging on.
But still feeling broken.
Its all up to you.
Whether you fix it or not.
Leave it on the ground.
To wilt away and rot.
Step on it.
Crush it with your shoe.
Stitch it back together.
And mend it with some glue.
Whatever the choice.
Just end these broken days.
I don't care the result.
My heart's yours anyways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I likey this-a one! God bless those who care-MJG.