Sunday, June 14, 2015

I gave her paper flowers

Made to burn and wish upon

To ignite a hope that one day she'll be free

Free of me and all the prisons she has built for herself

I have given her nothing but I can say I shared with her

Time, child and love

My paper heart knows that the flowers I give her will be ash one day

I will gladly watch her run away as the paper flowers burn today


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