he appeared on my doorsteps with wounds of all kind this is broken, this here too the third, harder to understand
what’s missing can be replaced what’s broken can be casted but, it still baffles me in wake what to do with the third matter
there is no gear that can fit it there is no suture that can close it there is no cure, i’m sure of it and yet, i searched for one tirelessly
until a miracle came to us in your corner as you cried a victim of a broken heart that i could not fix with tools i sat down next to you, and held your hand took you into my arms and, glory behold, you said the pain has lessened and in my arms you found relief.
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he appeared on my doorsteps
with wounds of all kind
this is broken, this here too
the third, harder to understand
what’s missing can be replaced
what’s broken can be casted
but, it still baffles me in wake
what to do with the third matter
there is no gear that can fit it
there is no suture that can close it
there is no cure, i’m sure of it
and yet, i searched for one
tirelessly
until a miracle came to us
in your corner as you cried
a victim of a broken heart
that i could not fix with tools
i sat down next to you,
and held your hand
took you into my arms
and, glory behold, you said
the pain has lessened
and in my arms you found relief.