What is left of a paper heart?
After all your cares have fallen apart.
How does it beat day after day?
Left lonely and forgotten there at halfway.
How do you mend a paper heart?
How do you find a beat that’s been lost?
The paper hearts of paper dreams,
Torn apart and left to bleed,
The dreams you had of better days,
Lying in pieces wasting away.
Wasting away into paper roses,
A paper rose for every lie and broken promise.
What becomes of paper petals?
After the burning ash has settled.
How does it beat, the paper hearts of paper doves?
So beautifully poisoned by human foxgloves.
Peeling burnt hands cover your face,
Wondering how long your heart’s been up in flames.
What happens when the flames die down?
Is it possible for a new love to be found?
One day it might know,
That paper heart that’s been turned to snow.
Until One Day decides to appear,
I’ll be sweeping away these paper tears.