2 October 2012
Cradled in your paper hands, Held close to your stapled heart. Love letters and secret notes, They hold you together, but they push us a part. I'm afraid to light a fire, To ignite a passionate spark. I don't want to burn you to pieces... And turn you into ashes so dark. But the ink on the letters are fading, And I don't want lose you at all... Shall I light a lethal fire? Or from your paper hands fall?
©Odd
Paper Hands • Opuss № I