I can fix everything
and fix nothing.
I can brighten your day
but cannot share your feelings.
I can be made into clothes
but unable to cover your nakedness.
I can stop a leaky pipe
but incapable of wiping away tears.
I can hold a car together
but not all the pieces of your broken heart.
So, why am I the first thing you grab
when something breaks?
Just A Strip
My ode to duct tape, but maybe you can find the real meaning in the poem...Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
