~ Paper Heart ~

A heart is a piece of paper,
Fragile and easy to tear,
Able to hold all feelings,
But part of mine's no longer there.

I gave you a piece of my paper,
Back when I first fell for you.
I tore off the biggest piece I could,
Because that's all I could do.

A simple piece of paper,
Once torn it will not mend
The piece torn off will grow with time,
And does not have an end.

Now you loved that piece of paper,
It loved you back, you know.
But as our paper and grew with love,
My paper did not grow.

This doesn't mean our love was bad,
Not even for a second,
But my piece of paper is simply put,
A never growing constant.

In this life we're given,
A heart that will expire.
So we're given a heart to hand out,
To the ones we love without tire.

For we are all given one paper,
One paper and one whole.
Giving a piece to someone else
Is like giving them your soul.

For once a piece is given,
It cannot be retreived,
It only can be yearned for,
Make one hopeless and bereaved.

The paper now is smaller than
When we first began,
And there's no learning to cope,
I'm no longer a whole man.

The piece of paper I gave you,
I do not wish for back,
Because I loved you, heart and soul,
And you loved me back.

So do with your piece of paper,
As you choose to do,
But always know a piece of me,
Forever is with to you.

So keep it in your pocket,
To remind you of our love,
Or keep it in a closet,
Like an captive dove.

What you do with the paper,
Is now yours to decide.
I'll never get my paper back,
I'm lesser now inside.

I can never now give out,
A piece as large as this,
For after giving you all of me,
I don't have much paper left.

This is all a metaphor,
The paper is my heart,
I gave it all, to you my love,
But lastly I impart.

I do not regret our love,
I do not regret our time,
I do not regret it, the paper is yours,
The paper that's left will be fine.

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