You complete me.

Every inch of your skin fits me.

I pull the needle through your skin, draping it over me.

I hug the decaying material,

We always have shared such sweet embraces.

The string hugs your beautiful color, pinching it every time the needle pulls through.

I’m a thorough surgeon.

If you had bothered to learn about me, you’d know I was quite a romantic one.

I grab your wilting and flimsy hands,

Let’s dance dear.

Every inch of your skin fits me.

We are together, we are one.

So thank me,

When I finish sewing your beauty up,

For we can hug forever more.