My Paper Heart

I slide my feet across the floor
 trying to find an open door
I stumble through it in a daze
 my Heart's on fire,
   my eyes ablaze
The sunlight burns and
     I can't see
Close the shade and turn my feet
For a second I think
 I see you right there
   Staring back at me through your wispy red hair

And then I wake up
And begin a new hell my eyes are open But my mind's a shell I unfold my Paper Heart I take up my pen and then I start I write about you and I; the happiness we shared and the tears we cried Splotches on my Paper Heart raindrops from an empty soul Then I fold up my Paper Heart Wipe the tears and I embark The existence labeled on my Paper Heart, a revelation of Not our time apart.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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