A Paper

One of man’s oldest tools

A Paper.

Barely recognized, even ignored

A Paper.

Thrown away, stored away, never to be seen again

A Paper.

Cuts you with a slight burn, but easy to heal

A Paper.

Something that looks so pure, but can be unpurified with a single swipe or rip

A Paper.

A place where I can show my art

A Paper.

Can draw stars on and admire without looking at the night sky

A Paper.

Draw anything on it when creative flow is in process

A Paper.

A form of my love and passion, drawn to my form of perfection

A Paper.

Holds a form of perfection that could be dirt to someone else

A Paper.

An objected valuable to a girl with horrible drawing skills, but has the passion

A Paper

Not only a place for art but for feeling as well

A Paper.

Where everything is written that can not be spoken

A Paper.

Where some of my darkest secrets lie

A Paper.

What can barely hold my tears lead

A Paper.

That can rip as the special scratches the surface

A Paper.

That holds my anger by being a crumpled ball

A Paper.

That is treated gently with joy

A Paper.

An object that is valuable to one girl with horrible writing skills, but hold the feelings inside

A Paper.

An object that if disappears, bring devastation to one girl.

A Paper.

An object that means the whole wide world to one girl

A Paper.

An object that one girl can not live without

A Paper.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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