Naghma

Running out of needle and thread, To sow my broken heart, So many tears it's bled, And now it's falling apart. Bleeds because it wants to love, And wants to receive some back, But it appears never to have been worthy of, And every day adds another crack. I hear the stitch and I hear the break, I feel the sore and feel the ache, Its bleeds, it cries, it screams in pain, The hurt it carries I can't explain. Pieces by Pieces it withers away, Tried sowing it back together but it just won't stay, And someday it will fall broken to the floor, Not remembering how to beat anymore. No Stitches left, completely open in two, No longer r

Take the hand that grips the pain And bind its fingers tight Take the heart that cracks in half And feel it, soft and light. Now crush it in your fist and Ho! Watch the pieces fall Like raindrops on a windowpane; So sharp, so heavy and small. It's glass that scatters o'er top The roaring charging sea And sing bright lights on dark'ng sky Of faraway mysteries. Now send your eyes to heaven still And remember, now repent Regret of growing, and never knowing Where your dame of broken heart went.

You wandered into my life, And walked straight into my heart. A single smile was all that was needed, For our amazing friendship to start. You gave me new hope, When I though that all was lost. You always held my hand, During all the roads we've crossed. You're my protector, my blood sister, The one who reads my mind. Who laughs at my lame jokes, And helps me escape the daily grind. So confident and loving, A free spirit so pure. Who shares my love of music, Her one and only Cure. I hope you'll always remember, That you'll forever have a friend in me. And I know if I asked the same of you, You would always agree. It's hard