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Paper TheifA fragile thing he is.More Like This
Never contradict him, your ways are not parallel to his,
He will not apply them, he will not understand them, he doesnt need them.
I look back at this wandering one with blatant curiosity,
Who new so much sorrow could be held in a friendly smile?
Or such force behind a passive glance
Passing you by.
Do not follow.
The PaperThis paper has been through a lit.More Like This
Rips, tears and stains prove it well.
But what does the crinkled mess say?
And why would it cause such distraught?
Concealed in the ten words alone
Is a history not to be lost.
Though desires may be to forget
Hurt hearts and the truth will prevail.
Few but myself know of its past
But spread to the world it will be.
For truth will not prove to say sealed
In the grasp in my hand.
Paper HeartMore Like This
this pillow in my hands
gets so heavy
every time I try and
empty my thoughts
dead weight
i could smash it
through the door
crash through the years
that wore on
and my paper heart
and i'm afraid
to say i'm old
cuz i'm young
and all i know
is to question the difference
while the slimy feel
of teeth so bared
is luxury in my sleep
Paper Flowerswalking through a fieldMore Like This
I see that my memories
make up the flowers I pass
do I really want to remember
the things I do
or do I simply burn them
and throw them away
like a paper flower in the wind?
as blades of my thoughts
slice through what I believe
will my heart stand up to the pain
of not walking with you?
assaults come at me
from every side
taking life by the horns
and slinging it out
they take every little word I say
and throw it out of proportion
hoping to discredit me
I won't let them dictate
what I believe, say, or do
you want answers for life?
ask the new Messiah
because the old one
just doesn't seem to work
