Paper Heart;

This week I have to pretend you don't exist

Because I don't know if I can take anymore of this

Your dirty hands turned my heart into dust

And my tears have turned my cheeks to rust

You play with matches around my paper heart

But you needed a light, so I set my heart on fire

And now the fire burns my bones

Though I'm no longer who you desire

Reviews

[Not Your Typical New Yo..]

Wow. This is a work of art. Such a great read. I like the concept. Our hearts in a way are like paper, and they can easily burn with hatred and rage

[Fenix Flight]

Ouch... The pain and love in here is strong. Once again I loved your work! :-D