Take this paper heart
Fold it into flying form
Bend its edges
Flatten its creases
Take me apart
After times of begging for mercy
Pain becomes admissible
I've loved the darkness since it took my half
I've slept in chaos since it took my head
Now I'm leaning in any way a stranger suggests
Every direction feels a little more comfortable than the last
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
Take this paper heart
Fold it into flying form
Bend its edges
Flatten its creases
Take me apart
After times of begging for mercy
Pain becomes admissible
I've loved the darkness since it took my half
I've slept in chaos since it took my head
Now I'm leaning in any way a stranger suggests
Every direction feels a little more comfortable than the last
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