Needle and Thread

Needle on the gaurd and ready.
Hands move softly sowing steady.
Bit by bit the thread intertwines.
Connecting the fabric on this heart of mine.
Sharp as the most fearsest glare,
the spool is spinning so fast beware.
Almost as if it has lost it's thorn.
The end so sharp when it pokes you morn.
Top of your skin is scratched and tingling.
This object it's sewing has a bigger meaning.
Heart was open,but now all bandaged up.
Hope was still there now there's none in the cup.
So the needle and thread  is what you need,
but be careful with your touch for there's no reason to bleed.