MY PAPER HEART
Fold the corners of my paper heart
Tuck them neatly in the dark
Press and fold to hold its shape
Less the creases return straight
I watch with adoring eyes
As your fingers trace the paper lines
The flick of a wrist and clicks a flame
Bring it closer to my name
I watch the white char into black
Now there is no turning back
I watch as you burn my paper heart to ashes
This poem is about:
Me