2 08 2011

Something I scribbled on till paper while bored and waiting at work yesterday.


You shine so bright,
a neon sign
whispering secrets;
untold fairytales,
begging to come true but
held down between blades of papercuts,
pressed flower petals.
I’ll fold you away,
my creased letter,
and keep you in the empty vault
next to my heart.
But even lights do not burn forever–
and soon, all that will remain
is your cracked smile.



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