stitches
i used to think true love was a lie
living seemed pointless, i just wanted to die
but then you came along, blue eyes and all
and took my broken heart into your palm
your gentle, caring touch
slowly started to stitch my heart up
never thought i could feel something other than broken
but in each stitch your love was woven
so now my heart only beats for you
how cliche but its true
i now believe true love is real
ever since we kissed its all i feel