Paper Heart

Maybe I am just another penny down the well
I count the times my soul has been for sale
A paper heart thrown in the gutter
I am just butterfly who's wings no longer flutter

You are the anchor on my already sinking ship
My paper heart is rough to the touch but easy to rip
So as my soul is about to depart
Remember you are the one who ripped my paper heart

Author's Note

I wrote this recently

Reviews

[Riding the Rainbow]

very heartbreaking but very true.