i am made of paper
not crisp, white, new paper
i am made of paper
delicate, yellow, and old

i am made of paper
forgotten and lost
crumpled and thrown in a corner
twisted and mangled

i hold dainty leaden secrets
and masterpieces too
i hold a thousand words
and yet no voices ever reach me

i am made of paper
although i bend, fold and tear easily
i refuse to be burned by you