alexsparrow123

Paper people in a paper town, I pray the wind will blow them down, I try to touch them and take them in, But their paper edges cut my skin. Paper faces, paper expressions, Everyone clings to paper possessions, Painted bodies and drawn on parts, Just as dry as their thin paper hearts, No wind does blow beneath the sun, So by myself this shall be done, Paper people in a paper town, I light a match and burn them down