Paper Boats
The paper boats,
They sink and they sail.
They tell of a time where
You had no ink veins dotting your hand
That remind you of useless things,
That will not take you where you want to go,
Or what you want to be.
But you long forgot how to fold the ships
Which you would pretend
would take you somewhere
That you will never see.
But you endure the papercuts to fold
Such perfect lines
And remember such perfect times.
This poem is about:
Me
My family