you took a needle & thread
and stitched up my wounded, battered heart.

you stayed.
im saved.

you said you wouldn't leave
with you here, i believe.

i trust you,
take this token of love....
i call it my heart.

Do as you please,
but when you no longer want it,
burry it 6ft under.

my heart will no longer function.

carly bachor

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/im-saved/