Patch Me Together
The thread is loose and unraveling
My color sun-faded as fabric is stretched
Button eyes are pulled and cracked
Sitting by trash looking out in the street
As the smile I once wore is now a frown
Stuffing inside me yellow and thin
A one leg torn and hair is dingy
The clothes I wear have stains and holes
Giving character, showing I am old
Count on time to waste me till my day comes
Please patch me up and give a second chance
I want a bliss life filled in heart-warming romance
Scars will remain, but it's how I feel about today
And I can't get there if dragged and tossed
It's not the color I possess or the material I am
It's not the clothes I wear or where I am
It's the meaning of purpose in life which I try to find
To make myself better
Author Notes: We are like rag dolls. Sometimes life pulls us down and drags us creating wear and tear and we need to be patched up.
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