I wish I was a paper
That someone wanted to write on
To be used
Or been seen as a muse
But instead I've been torn
Crumpled like nothing
As if I meant nothing to anyone
I wanted to be guarded like a flower
A flower in a million
But instead
My petals were taken from me
I was stripped of my petals
Stripes of them white
Like red wine on bed sheets
And wine on a white dress
