The sun sets as the globe turns; I am alone, and you <br /> <br />Maybe not; Who knows why some destinies turn out this way? <br /> <br />I flirted with metaphysics; I asked for answers but <br /> <br />The questions turned themselves away. <br /> <br />Bleed, heart, bleed. It might help to dull the loss. <br /> <br />It might soften the anguish and the pain; <br /> <br />The human condition is fragile, strong and strange by turns <br /> <br />Though with every sunrise the light returns. <br /> <br />Bleed heart bleed; the power of this pain <br /> <br />Will then lessen, and with a golden needle I can then, <br /> <br />Stitch the broken fragments, wash them in the rain <br /> <br />And finally enable this broken heart to become whole again. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sew-my-heart-wth-a-golden-needle/
