Seamstress Poem by Riley Mistwood

Upon her work table there is a box

wiith needles and thread and a rusty lock

Remembering the conversations they have had

the hurtful words that stung so bad

The broken heart and fractured mind

all those words had left behind

She starts to work so feverishly

upon her brand new masterpiece

Her fingers moving nimbly

the thread picked out so carefully

Oh the horrible words that have been said

so through his mouth she pulls her thread

She sews his mouth up nice and tight

remembering those dreadful nights

Forever silenced he shall be

Her masterpiece of broken dreams