Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

The needle has yet to mend my broken heart,
It swerves, dips, and weaves the yarn to mend.
Yet its' movements are in vain,
My heart is still shattered.
Will the needle never mend?
Is time my only friend?

My heart may never be the same,
this will not be a shame.

Life is a series of lessons,
I will never make the same mistakes twice.

Is love a fairytale?
Or am I blinded by my broken heart?