My paper flowers,
Cut them with scisors,
So they will live forever,
Never dying and leaving me with
The remains, the sad end.
Hold them with care,
For they shall still rip and tear,
My paper flowers.
Red coloured, draw me a heart,
One that will last, one that won't fall apart.
Tape it in my chest, this new heart
Of mine,
Cover it with plastic, so that my paper tears won't soak it and cause
Harm.
The damp paper tears, the ones that fall and land
Where they may,
Dropping off out of my glass eyes,
Staining and streaking, my paper tears from globes of glass.
In my card board mind with the strings holding all together,
The paper flowers sit in a globe of glass
Surrounded by the paper tears,
Wrapped in my red cut out heart.
 
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