Fix You

 

She wakes up

Rage and grace

Pulling me closer, pushing away

And me, the sharpest thorn on your vine

Twisting and turning, we're all intertwined

Broken wing

Empty glass

Words that scream and bounce right back

She says, "You know

We'd all like to rearrange"

 

I wish I could fix you

And make you how I want you

I wish I could fix you

And I wish you could fix me

I wish I could heal you

And mend where you are broken

I wish I could heal you

And I wish you could heal me

 

Taken at Sunnys

Done