Small town, Illinois
this poem kinda just busted out of my brain. pardon me if it doesn't make much sense.
oh tiny heart tell me where you've been
Shake off the dust you greedily hold
Tell me all you smelled and seen
while removing your tear cased mold
Whats that behind you tiny heart?
Is that a button and some twine?
Tell me when you fell apart
For I feel you once were mine
When was it again dear heart
That you were sewn to my very sleeve
Remind me again when you depart
For I might not be here when you leave
Go off on your way now
For I've stitched all your wounds
You've managed to hold yourself somehow
But I know I'll see you next time around
oh tiny heart go on without me
I'm just a burden at your side
Its better if I not be
there when you decide
To leave my wool sleeve..