Paper flowers grow on my wall,
They see me every time I cry or fall,
When my heart is broken,
Or my emotions are prevoken,
They begin to tear,
They always capture my wandering stare.

Paper flowers fly all around me,
When I sleep they are what I see,
They engulf my being and free my spirit,
They repair my heart when they come near it,
Cut in colors of pink and blue,
Weaving together like a love new sewn.

Paper flowers will bloom in winter's chill,
In summer heart or the autumns still,
During the spring while the little birds sing,
As sure as the sunshines and beessting,
I will shower my heart forever,
With the paper flowers and give up never.


Hey, isn't the title kind of mystic sounding? my friend loved this, so i just know you will! this is a kagome poem, it could also be sango, i know it makes no specific connections with them, but please R&R anyways!