If my heart was drawn on paper,
it would never fall apart.
I'd hang it on the refrigerator
like my daughter's works of art.
Though it bends
and crumples over time,
it cannot be erased.
Where real hearts are heavy,
this one would be weightless
folding easily into pockets
like money
for betting
win or loose,
it unfolds unphased.
This is child-like thinking.
If my heart was drawn on paper
it would rip, break
I would throw it
in every direction
until it went missing
They'd return it to me
deformed,
no longer the drawing
I made
when we were just kids
K i s s i n g
I'd barely recognize it.
1 2 3 4
I delcare love a war.
So I'll make myself
a new drawing
and let go
of the past.
I'll leave the missing pieces
where they are,
with who I am
intact.
I'll pretend nothing is broken
and that my heart on paper
is meant to last.
This is childish thinking.
Still, I'll pick up the pieces
and start over
as my drawing goes up
in flames I'll rise above
Though the heart on paper
burns to ashes,
in the embers
I'll find new love.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
If my heart was drawn on paper,
it would never fall apart.
I'd hang it on the refrigerator
like my daughter's works of art.
Though it bends
and crumples over time,
it cannot be erased.
Where real hearts are heavy,
this one would be weightless
folding easily into pockets
like money
for betting
win or loose,
it unfolds unphased.
This is child-like thinking.
If my heart was drawn on paper
it would rip, break
I would throw it
in every direction
until it went missing
They'd return it to me
deformed,
no longer the drawing
I made
when we were just kids
K i s s i n g
I'd barely recognize it.
1 2 3 4
I delcare love a war.
So I'll make myself
a new drawing
and let go
of the past.
I'll leave the missing pieces
where they are,
with who I am
intact.
I'll pretend nothing is broken
and that my heart on paper
is meant to last.
This is childish thinking.
Still, I'll pick up the pieces
and start over
as my drawing goes up
in flames I'll rise above
Though the heart on paper
burns to ashes,
in the embers
I'll find new love.
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