Paper thin people -
And cranes
These cranes,
Are teased
(For this world I will tell the truth)
And they can't speak
Because of their clamped beaks
They can't fly
Because of the world pulling them down
One feather to-
Zero.
(And I told you that I can fly)
And the scissors were everywhere
And the cranes were,
Snipped till their colorful paper turns red
(But I lied)
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
