I'd fold paper hearts and paper stars
A hundred, a thousand, a million
However much it takes to bury these scars
Before the dent in my heart further deepens
And on each heart and star I'll write
My sorrow, my fears, my hopes, my dreams
Like a tale a seasoned poet would recite
Or the hum of a lover's hymn
These hearts and stars are my emotions
Of what I was and who I used to be
A glimpse into my passion and devotion
The reason I am me...
I wish to give these hearts and stars away
To that one person who'd appreciate it much
But Pain seems adamant on a replay
So I'd rather my hearts and stars remain untouched
You can't break something you don't give...
=TheUnintended=
1 June 2012
