Paper

Sun, 02/09/2014 - 04:24 -- Inarke

We are but paper

Floating through the winds of life

Our skin crinkling and tearing

 

There are words which are forgotten

Carved and sunken in our flesh

Speaking of our truths

 

Sometimes we turn 

We remember

Those words of love

 

And we hurriedly fly

So we may share these scrawlings 

These feelings

 

For we have naught but our little paper lives, and love must be shared in order to be felt

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