My heart has paper wings and you know how to control the winds. With every breath of words you speak, you knock me off my feet and they flutter to life. With every batt of an eyelash you send my heart soring, the rhythm of my heartbeat creates the thunder in the sky. Just be careful. You should know by now that too much wind can rip and crumple paper, And you have my heart high off the ground. I set it out of it's cafe for you please don't drop it, its glue may not hold this time. My fingers are still bandaged from all the splinters. I don't know if I can fix it next time. Well we can only repair glass so many times.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryShe had a dream, that one day someone will read her work and not see her, but her heart. These are my "journal entries" in more of a English paper kind of way I guess... I just needed somewhere to maybe have a chance at someone reading them.
