I am nothing but a screwed up paper angel,
use scissors to shred up my wings,
use the blades to carve yourself a heart,
scribble your name across my wrists,
burn up this in(toxic)ating plastic life,
inhale the smouldering fumes
of our own misspent youth.
slip in and out of consciousness.
Poetry » General Rated: K+, English, Words: 65, Favs: 1, Published: 7/30/2005