The Poems of a Hopeless Romantic

Just Because The Wound Healed Doesnt Mean There Won't Be A Scar

Take a piece of paper and crumple it up.

Place it on the floor and step on it.

Pick it up and open it.

Try to straighten the paper, try to make it perfect again.

You can't do it, can you?

The paper will never be the same.

Well this paper has a meaning, everyone starts out as a new piece of paper.

They start out "perfect" and innocent,

then someone comes along and crumples them up.

They get stepped on, but they eventually get fixed.

The thing is though, they will never forget.

It still happened, no matter what you do the paper will never be straightened out.