Paper Cuts 
 You tore apart my paper heart with words that I was dreading.

Now all that's left, of love unsaid,is dead and made for shredding.

Like cursed confetti,tossed and thrown,at a doomed and dismal wedding 
                                                              - MICHEL FASSUDET 

I'll reach your hand in the cold of WINTER, I'll reach your hand in the heat of SUMMER. But if my life cant reach the dawn of SPRING, I promise in heaven I'll reach with my wings.