I have hurt a beautiful soul
I wonder what it's like to be a beautiful soul;
For I am a beast of burden
Hiding my emotions within this origami heart
Fragile paper that easily rips - I beg you
Stay folded!
Maybe in time I will unfold
Not a clean sheet, the same- with the old creases
Barely visible
I will open showing the available space for many new folds
Or maybe my origami heart will rip at all the old creases
And I will fall
In pieces
To the ground
Maybe I'll just leave them where they lie
Amen
~me
Currently listening to: Birds Without Wings by David Gray
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