Paper

We are but paper

Floating through the winds of life

Our skin crinkling and tearing

There are words which are forgotten

Carved and sunken in our flesh

Speaking of our truths

Sometimes we turn 

We remember

Those words of love

And we hurriedly fly

So we may share these scrawlings 

These feelings

For we have naught but our little paper lives, and love must be shared in order to be felt