“Paper Cut”
That smile—one rip.
Those eyes—another.
That warm hug—one tear.
A far dream—broken…forever.
That warm fuzzle on my head,
Those cheeky ideas that made me smile,
The efforts I didn’t see,
A memory that appears every little while,
Sweet words—one rip.
Innocent gestures—another.
A connection—one tear.
A far reminiscent—lingering…forever.
One rip—cut.
Another—cut.
Strings snap off my muse,
Hurts more than a deep wound.
More like a paper cut.
© WhiteSecrets715 2014.
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White Mirrors
PoetryMy third poetry collection. This is basically how my university life went: Crazy, drama, loopy, happy, and genuine bitter partings. It'd be great if you could read some and tell me what you think about them. I'd really appreciate your thoughts!
