Crumpled Papers

You know when things will hurt eventually

Suddenly the world locks doors and windows
And once again only a long night goes and goes
Though I had high hopes to hold
I knew too that anything warm would grow cold

Here's a bad news
But somehow complacency is a good use
Only that maybe I end here
Now comes the turn of my fear

My eyes give in and call the rain
As my thoughts hear a crashing plane
Inside of me cringes and collapses
Yet your smile is my granted wishes

Dear heart of mine brimful of poetry
Of long written words forever kept in mystery
Now tender and weightless alone
Like a balled paper thrown