Paperdoll

by Mikaela DLC   Oct 29, 2009


You cut my paper thin heart,
With dual sharp-edged scissors,
Where do I go? Where do I start?
With my face against a half dirty mirror.

My paper cut's deep in the skin,
So painful as it slowly gushes out blood.
How come a small cut hurts within?
Than the outside part,
Where the red liquid floods.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Finalgravedigger

    A short but sweet poem i really liked the short uniquness in your poem. A paper thin heart huh. I like that description lol. nice work