Paper

little paper scissors
cut yourself out
a little paper girl
paint on the eyes
but leave the mouth

better seen
never heard

paper girl
frayed at the edges
dirt on her white feet

walk on
walk on

so who's the scissors
and who's the paper
who's cutting up who

better seen
never heard

where will this end
in a shower of confetti
lying on the ground
more people to..

walk on
walk on

little sweetheart
can you see
that you're not only
cutting up yourself
but also my paper heart
and there's not much left
to be saved from this time



Poetry by jacy
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Written on 2006-07-31 at 05:12

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