One Thousand Needles
That small humble heart
That small humble heart
That is being broken over and over
Is mine.
Those lost tears
That were dropped
So long ago
Are still wet
In my cheeks.
The unspeakable sounds
That were shouted
In my head
Are still stuck inside
My throat.
What my heart still holds
It’s not love.
It has never been fully love,
If I may lay it that way.
Held up in a previous life,
Hung by a thin little finger
Is the promise of a new life.
And my hope gets terrified
As the needles come
Closer and closer.
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