My seams have been stretched,
They're begining to fray away.
Like every relationship I've had,
They need sewing to survive a day.
When will I find the one
Like in the love songs and poems I hear?
Will it be today? Tomorrow?
Or will I have to wait a year?
My heart wont survive that long,
It's patches already torn.
For a heart that rarely beats,
On a sleeve it seems to of been worn.
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Taken from my DA account ~ cherryberrylace
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