stabbed in the heart the first time feels just like the last
A heart is a heart,
Most people take them for granted,
Cut them, shoot them, gut them, whatever you please,
Mine has been through the ringer.
Has your heart been cut or shot?
Let me help,
I'm used to fixing them,
Worried about the marks? don't worry,
A girl I liked deeply, put a knife in mine,
Then, A back stabbing friend pulled it out the other side,
I stitch that wound,Using these words as a guide for my needle,
I hope I don't make it worse,
In and out this needle goes,
fixing it, for what I hope, is the last.
By Raven Strefling