Needle and Heart
I reach into the drawer
Gripping the well-sharpened knife
By its hilt as I carve my heart out
Placing it on the table,
I thread the needle
Piercing my heart as I stitch
It to my sleeve
Pricking at my soul
No different than taking
Chances with the wrong person
Repairing the damage
Red nylon blending in
Creating a stronger heart
In appearance, soft in nature
Striding through the streets
I wear my heart as a badge of honor
For no one knows the battles
Fought, coming through to life
Compassionate heart with
Unconditional love worth
Scaring away the weak
Only the strong
Are capable of handling
The deep love I
Radiate
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