in your hands I was manipulated
wrapped around your fingers
you pulled on my corners
I was scared to be torn
Tag: love
Papercut, Poetry 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.
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