the tears fall from my eyes
and splatter across the page,
like polka dots.
this paper, forever stained,
is like my heart:
*never can it return
to the perfect condition it once was in.*
The polka dotted paper will never be pure,
and my heart will never be whole,
both because of you.
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 1:14 AM UTC
the tears fall from my eyes
and splatter across the page,
like polka dots.
this paper, forever stained,
is like my heart:
*never can it return
to the perfect condition it once was in.*
The polka dotted paper will never be pure,
and my heart will never be whole,
both because of you.
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