Paper Cut - Poem by Philo Yan
A lump in the throat and a tug of the heart
the missing memories flies off the chart
When pining souls are so far apart
the pain is just like a paper cut.
A paper cut through the heart...
Missing someone you hold so dear
what's that feeling? ...It's not so clear
Longing to meet and to be near
Wanting and wishing they are now right here.
Paper cuts, the blood does flow
forming droplets of reddest rose
then the pain starts to flow
into an ache that comes and goes
through tiny little paper cuts,
love still grows..and grows...
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