15 May 2012
Stitch me back together,
Frayed edges,
Threads of cotton,
I can still see the seams
Where the patchwork joins,
Awkward, jarring,
Colours that shouldn't ever
Sit next to each other
And it seems there are
Too many holes,
Worn through
From constant abuse,
To ever put me
Back together;
You will always
See the joins,
Darned tears
In my soul,
And I will never be
Perfect
So you will have to
Just make do
And mend
Me.
Make Do And Mend Me • Opuss № I