You and your paper cuts
Are not what the world sees
But a mask that covers up
What no one else can be
Paper arms and paper doors
Are all in your sight
You cut one and take the other
And leave your path in fright
Behind you is your story that you leave marked down
But what really lies behind you is a simple paper town
Paper people and paper names and paper all around
Your choice lies within the hands of your solid ground.
Grey eyes looking about
To seek a better light
All you see are eraser marks
Masking up the fight
Broken glass in the wind
Crumpled paper chills
Never looking back again
The eyes are the ones that kill
Behind you is your story that you leave marked down
But what really lies behind you is a simple paper town
Paper people and paper names and paper all around
Your choice lies within the hands of your solid ground.
YOU ARE READING
The Ashes of My Eyes
PoetryShort collection of nineteen original poems of pain, thoughts, and life lemons. This was my very first collection that I hold dear to my heart, written during some of the most depressing years of my life. These were created when I was fifteen and I...
