I built a paper world He helped me He flew my paper planes And let me dive from them Onto a paper lake He took me hiking in paper mountains Seduced me in a paper cabin And left me high Lying on the paper floor
I built a paper world He helped me He drew my images He filled my pen But a storm arose Carried off our paper world And blew it into the fire Torched it Now it's gone.
the poem (and a lot of my other poems too) is from 2012 when I was experiencing a crisis and escaping from it online