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
