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Seamstress
Scarred and broken
Music down low
Apart from the world
Curled upon the floor
I drew a picture
Of a beautiful heart
There’s a crack down the middle
Where it all fell apart
I stitched it back up
The thread is clear
These lines that I drew
Symbolize my fear
I am the seamstress
And you are the knife
You cut all the strings
That hold together my life
You can’t crush a heart
That never was once whole
You can’t give back
The breath that you stole
I’m no longer strong
I can feel my defeat
Can a heart break apart
If that heart doesn’t beat?
