I was paper, a cut out wanting to be more
I cried tears of ink,
I used my finger to dry
They became
Wet,
Moist,
Sodden,
Weaker than they was before.
I could fly,
If the wind caught my frame just right
I could float for eternity
But as the window is shut tight,
So do I float down.
My features are my own
Each day I take
Pencil,
Rubber,
Imagination,
Of who I will be that day,
I was once one of the same paper
Many of us holding hands,
Unity,
Together,
Friendship,
But it doesn't always last,
Some separated themselves,
While others where torn
To old, too carry on,
Just Shredded paper
Eternally flying in the wind,
I am the last of a long line
We were brothers of the same paper
But now they are all gone,
Today I draw a sad face,
Will I let it all go,
Or carry on,
But I am the paper boy
Thinner than the cardboard ones
But I drew a heart,
In permanent marker,
It vibrates the paper
Ripple's,
Beats,
Life,
Is what I am,
I want to be more than this
But for now I am just the paper boy,
Crying tears of ink upon the floor.
