The Slow Descent To Death

Paperclip me to your heart
But only when you're blue
And on those days when you miss me
You'll surely make it through

But staple me together
With all your enemies
And watch your sorrows multiply
The pain of your disease

Create your little fantasy
By all means, go ahead
Just know that I'll be hard to please
After I am dead

Reviews

[Brielle Cartny]

This is a new idea i really like it! "Paperclip me to your heart" that isn't something i have thought of before. I like these ideas!