Papercut, Poetry by Rodolfo Po III

Genre: Love, Lost, Sadness

Papercut
by Rodolfo Po III

And suddenly, I can no longer sing
our song anymore.
Its rhythm has lost its way from me,
the heartstrings have been plucked too often,
and my mouth can not utter
the words and lyrics
I had once marked on your lips.

Every trace of me on you, gone
and hidden underneath
the patches of makeup you never wore.
Every trace of me and you,
lost along the way of the creation
of this tragic symphony,
and time.
Time has burnt the parchments,
and smoldered all the rocks
we carved our verses on,
into pieces.

Having left not a single trace,
having left me to rewrite our masterpiece,
having left me to find our rhythm,
and having left me singing it all over again,
until I found out I can no longer sing
any song anymore,
for my lips have bled too much
after all those verses
I’ve marked on yours.

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