by Phinesmiles

A star, I meet each timeThrough the skin I’m piercedLots I have metAnd so has my soul been pierced Sweet words and songs to my earsDishonest diatribe they all areIf only I knew from the scratchFall I would not have Mending it all on my ownThe holes of holesMade by the lies of fallen starsRescue this bleeding me I pleadThis tears adds to the pain as it drips into the holes. Then I wonder if I deserve holesMy stained dressOnce clean now changedSince no helpI mend it all alone, gradually till I can close up[C]  phinesmiles