Paper trails around the
The room, one by
One I pick them up opening them
Looking like flowers blooming.
Each one tells my deepest secrets
Each one have the feel of the sadness with in me.
Why do I feel so empty?, Why do I feel so cold?
Reading these papers of my thoughts I began to realize
They seem like notes that answers my questions.
Paper tails around the trash
So I read knowing that it was just meant to
Be. As I gather all and unfold I see it was my
Own story that I have put down and what a sad story it
Is.
