Molly C. King
Blessing In Disguise
I watch the needle dip and dart,
Making a mess of a perfect heart,
The stitches weaved are unjustified,
They’d be better used on your bleeding pride.
You repeat that you will mend the wrong,
Which you insist you’ve brought upon,
A love, as tender as it was true,
And I hesitate in breaking the news to you.