The Sewn Sorrow

So Day2 I don't even know if I have readers. It's really hard deciding what to go up. I especially don't want to throw my best punches with no one in the ring. Todays poem is the second one I wrote. It's still a favourite of mine. As you'll no doubt guess it's about a girl. Hope you like:

The Sewn Sorrow

I am the sewn sorrow.
I hang my head;
What will you say tomorrow,
or will it be today instead?
My heart hangs in th balance,
A gift for you I've said.
Your heart hangs in the balance,
Protected by the negative thread.
Lay your heart on the silver weave,
Take a chance on me.
On their own things will grow,
and then the golden weave will show.

Am I the worthy sewn one,
To make the negative thread undone?
Can I stand above the rest,
Sew your heart into my chest?
Or will I be left alone?
Cold, tasteless, empty, un-sewn.

If your heart says no,
Then deal to me the crushing blow.
But if your heart tells you yes,
Then tell me quick so I may know.
If you never try the silver weave,
How can your heart ever believe,
That there is such a thing as love,
On this earth,
Or in the heavens above?

All you will have is simple fears,
And brought this sewn sorrow to tears.
I whisper to you the fragile cotton,
Hoping this message is not forgotton.

How complicated are you?

How complicated are you?

This is me being ordinary,
But dont mistake me for simple,
I'm complicated.

I'm a slow learner at best,
But I'll hold out my arms to break your fall,
Even if it's unappreciated.

I break things with a shy smile,
Don't hate me for my mistakes,
I'm not perfect as I've indicated.

I pull out my hair to please the masses,
I don't speak up when it's important,
Waiting until all my best choices are eliminated.

I wash my hands obsesively,
But my clothing lives on the floor,
I'll clean that too after I've procrastinated.

This is me being me,
Even if I sounded a bit like you,
It just means you're complicated too.