Needles

by Tshea elliott

One day i died but it was your loving arms and faithful heart the brought me back to life ! i live my days not just for my self i live them for you ! if you burn i burn if you bleed i bleed but if your heart is broken (not by me) i will always be there to sew back the peaces of your broken heart so call on me and I'll sharpen the needle ! i love you and the way you make me live!

Submission date : 2006-10-01

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