My thoughts

These words

Like paper flowers

I'd sell em by the dozen

But they turn to ash and dust before my very eyes

Black with ink and decay

In contrast to the white of the paper that's their home

Where they live

In my head

These words

My thoughts

Like paper flowers

I'd sell em by the dozen

But they die before living past the tip of my tongue

Cut too soon from the stems

In contrast to the lifetime they could have seen in my mind

Where they live

In my head

My thoughts

These words

Like paper flowers