I like to imagine
Me and you,
With our fingers intertwined.
Your rose-colored lips.
Your sun-coated hair.
Your ocean eyes.
But then I remember.
It's impossible.
YOU ARE READING
I AM MADE OF PAPER: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryI am made of paper. You rip me into pieces And throw me away. No one wants to put me back together. I am made of p a p e r.
