My paper heartA Poem by EnderI will never be the same, just as a torn paper heart.
My paper heart; fragile as it may
be and replaceable, yet is one of a million red confessions sent on valentine's day. paper is thou paper, torn to be never the same like before: neither by a gluing fix or taping reconciliation can mend what was a pure childhood craft made with all passionate intent. So be as it may, I will never be the same: torn like a paper heart, that had all my crimson red confessions with glittering impressions- that was as a childhood's valentine craft. © 2011 EnderAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on November 18, 2011 Last Updated on November 18, 2011 AuthorEnderPittsburgh, PAAboutgeneral poetry... I feel so good when I write a work. it is like an accomplishment YOU can only do. No one else has the power to do your own artistic skill or touch. more..Writing
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