
I’m taking time out to heal
From rips so deep
I’m left wasted, so it seems
Could use some stitching where I’m torn
Don’t mind the scars that it will leave
Just patch me up I want to heal
This heart’s not made of steel
I feel it bleeding out it’s soul
And, soon it may turn cold
I don’t want to turn cold
So I’m taking time out to heal
So I’m no longer bleeding at the seam
This is really good. Don’t run cold. Do the stitching. Vreat words.
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Thank you Lorraine 🙂
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Wonderful, dear. You’ re talented. I know I wrote this one before. Write, dear, write.
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Thank you Outosego 🙂
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I like the plea within the poem and hope if the plea is real that your hopes are met 🙂
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Thank you David 🙂
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Very touching and heartfelt. “This heart’s not made of steel” that totally pierced me.
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Thank you Jessica 🙂
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👍👍👍
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Time to heal. This is so important in so many ways
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Thank you Jupitergrant 🙂
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Very powerful! You spoke my soul! ❤
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I’m glad it speaks to you. Thank you 🙂
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beautiful and very touching😍
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Thank you Monica 🙂
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Beautiful! Truly touching!
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Thank you Erna 🙂
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Beautiful!
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Thank you Susanne 🙂
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