A piece of paper
With an uneven fold on it's side
And a cut on it's left
An imperfect piece of paper
Paper has thousands of capabilities
Yet becomes more and more limited
With every little crease and rip
Paper has hundreds of possibilities
You can fold paper
Into a well crafted plane
To soar the skies and land in new places
You can lose paper to the wind
A blank canvas
You can write of places and adventures
Or draw a scenery with everyone
A stained canvas
Paper is weak
You can step all over it
Discard it whenever you want
I am a piece of paper
A/N
I had this for a while
YOU ARE READING
Random Shorts
Short StoryJust some random scenes and dialogue I thought of that I couldn't insert into my stories [Feel free to skip out the 3rd, 4th, and 5th. I stopped writing fanfics on this now but I didn't want to delete those just yet]
