My Heart made out of paper
Gently folded and creased
The softest hues
And darkest shades
Of red
Tattooed on every layer
And at every bend
Words of eternity stitched
Throughout the depths
And pushing through its pulp
Poetry bloomed like flowers
Every day and every hour
Gardens of endless dreams
Sleeping safely in the seams
And love
Yes the love
Is the lead act of every page
And
No tale every told
No story ever read
No song ever sang
No poem ever penned
No adventure ever lived
Was ever quite
As
Delicate and strong
Bold and gentle
Shadowed and hoped
Beautifully felt
And loved
My paper heart
Made from pages
Of you