• boketto_querencia 10w


    I stood there
    Printing the words on a paper
    So fragile
    The ink bleed
    Words woven into a fine poetry
    Plonked on one side
    Meaningless on the other
    I crumpled it
    Printed again
    On a brittle paper
    Words were still interlaced
    Into a poetry
    Scattered on one side
    Blank on the other
    I kept it camouflage
    Un-shattered it
    I printed again
    On my plams
    Elegant it was on one side
    Blood on the other
    Then it struck to me
    Papers are just people
    You weave your words on
    Some bleed
    Some make you bleed