Paper Heart

It's a paper heart
for your paper heart.
It's a cruel little kiss
for your wound.
It's a feeling of
regret for the small
memories and a
shor little poem
to see you smile.

If up to me, I would
cry;
If up to me, you woud
always smile;
If up to me, it would
all be okay,
but it's not up to me,
so I'll try.

Please don't hate me,
It's just that the ground
has swallowed me in.
please don't remember
us so that I can leave.
And my paper heart will
no longer show,
and yours will once again
start to grow.