Origami
Sometimes I treat my thoughts like paper,
Because people are the strongest ink.
So I try to notice where they put their mark.
As It might astonish me.
But equally lead to my demise
So sign your name across my thoughts
And a birthmark might arise.
The birth of something new
as my thoughts turn from paper to card
Are you the spade to dig out my insecurities?
Or a diamond to help me shine?
Or to reveal that my heart is in the right place,
It just might not have found its rhyme.
