A Paper Heart
A paper heart, torn again.
Each day a fresh new wound.
Paper torn and wet with tears,
While “I love you” turns to smears
A paper heart, repaired again.
Mended with isolation tape.
Not as good as it used to be
I stuck it wrong. Is this me?
A paper heart, ripped again.
Echos in every breath.
Love and devotion from him or him
But that paper seems too thin.
A paper heart, burns again
Though still soaked with tears.
Fingers holding you so safe,
Allways empty across the years.
Questions
Why..
Do I love you?
Don’t you love me?
Aren’t I your passion?
Were you for me?
How…
Do I stop this?
Do I feel whole?
Can I go onwards?
Do I climb from this hole?
What…
Will make this end?
Will stop this pain?
DO I need to do?
Will let me live again?
Where…
Am I going?
Is journey’s end?
Do I find the strength?
Are the places I need to mend?
tags:heart, love, tears, torn
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