Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Something is there, I'm not sure what, but its there. As close as we can get, its not close enough. We are all just paper people until we can fold together, but folding means leaving a crease. Many creases is not bad, it just means you were brave enough to fold into people to become part of a whole. If only I was that strong, my paper is flat, only a few dog ears. I love people with creases. Maybe someday I'll fold and find that something I search for. Meanwhile I lay here blank and flat, ready to be crumpled.
0
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
Folding
Something is there, I'm not sure what, but its there. As close as we can get, its not close enough. We are all just paper people until we can fold together, but folding means leaving a crease. Many creases is not bad, it just means you were brave enough to fold into people to become part of a whole. If only I was that strong, my paper is flat, only a few dog ears. I love people with creases. Maybe someday I'll fold and find that something I search for. Meanwhile I lay here blank and flat, ready to be crumpled.
Skittlesforyou
Written by
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem