The world is such a paper thin place
Building crash, bridge break
Friends depart,
lives fall apart
But there's nothing we can do
We watch our paper world rip and tear and surely we will loose
Staring,
glaring,
never trying to stop our world from slowly dying
Watching,
looking,
while it's burning
destroying everything we've made
But eventually, we start again
Eventually, we make new friends
And nearly it's perfect like before
But it will always be a paper world
and nothing more
YOU ARE READING
2.58 A.M Thoughts
Poetryhe said that i used to be his favorite book, but he ripping off my pages to write her a novel
