Don't fix me, I'm not broken

Mon, 05/23/2016 - 17:45 -- tgomez

My gears were slowing their spin

My battery was running low

Cobbwebs started to grow on my heart

A heart that had trouble beating

I was

Shutting down

Then you came by

And tried to change my batteries

And give me a new paint job 

To make me look new again

You thought that I needed fixing 

But I didn't want you to fix me 

My parts didn't need to be replaced 

They were just overworked,

they needed to rest

I didn't want you to fix me

I wanted you to believe in me

This poem is about: 
Me

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