A PAPER HEART
A paper heart
torn and tosssed,
a paper heart stained red
folded into a box.
A paper heart blown in the wind
free to fly, the world its prison.
A faded heart with no ear to listen
The world burns,
in search the paper heart turns.
Over and over with different shades,
each dawn it comes to rest.
Each dawn wishing to change its stars.
Nightall with a dream it leaves,
for in the new dawn it may be blessed.
A paper heart
torn and tossed,
A paper heart with no rest.
Fly, fly paper heart
rest in me this day.
For you each day
alone,
I have prayed.
Leave tomorrow,
Again i shall start
looking for my paper heart.
Comments
Okay, this is really different.
I think I got the gist of it all, but it is so unique, so "out there" I'm not at all sure. Probably the most original sounding thing I've read in a while.
Still some typos, but not near as many.
wesley
My thanks
Thank's Wesley, this poem simple ontop but
underneath lots happening, its been awhile since ive written,
working on those typos. will rectify them.
Again many thanks for your input.
Zane