(a.k.a. What You Must Have Been Thinking)
“Let's make confetti
With your little paper heart!
Smaller and smaller
Until there's nothing left to split apart.”
“Let's make confetti
And throw your feelings up in the air!
Shred it down to scraps
Until there's nothing left to tear.”
“Let's make confetti
With your diminished, pathetic soul!
Ripping up your spirit
Until we've left nothing whole.”
“Let's make confetti
With your miniscule emotions!
Leave them completely trashed
Until there's nothing left to be broken.”
“Let's make confetti
With your fragile paper heart
Punctured and torn
So your love can never restart.”
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
(a.k.a. What You Must Have Been Thinking)
“Let's make confetti
With your little paper heart!
Smaller and smaller
Until there's nothing left to split apart.”
“Let's make confetti
And throw your feelings up in the air!
Shred it down to scraps
Until there's nothing left to tear.”
“Let's make confetti
With your diminished, pathetic soul!
Ripping up your spirit
Until we've left nothing whole.”
“Let's make confetti
With your miniscule emotions!
Leave them completely trashed
Until there's nothing left to be broken.”
“Let's make confetti
With your fragile paper heart
Punctured and torn
So your love can never restart.”
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