Make me slip into the next dimension,
Where my skin feels like paper.
Don't write your unwanted words,
Lock in your unwanted words,
Burry somewhere you're unwanted pen,
I'm not a doodle canvas of yours,
Don't you doodle some art on me,
Keep your hands in your pocket tight,
Just look at me with your paper eyes,
I don't know what I want from you,
But don't come close to my paper skin,
I can't afford a paper cut.
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
