Sing me songs

Of Rain and Flowers.

Hold me close

For all the hours.

I'm cracked and I'm painted,

Held together by glue.

But I tell myself if doesn't make me worthless.

I've stumbled and fallen

Time after time,

And you kissed each scratch,

You said it would make them better.

But these scars,

They run deep

Down into my soul,

And sadly you can't kiss them all better.

And I'm sick with myself

Over things that I've done,

With no clue how to fit myself back together.

So just read me rhymes

Of church mice and clocks

And I'll pretend I'm not broken,

Just five.