29 August 2012
I score a line on my heart With your sharp words, Fold, fold, fold, Change it's shape into Something more appealing to you, Origami of my emotions, Twisting, tearing, Bending them at your will Like they are made Of coloured paper; Your talented, it's true, But I wish you'd Stop playing and just Shred me Into confetti.
© Kim H. 29th August 2012
Origami • Opuss № I