Paper Girl

 
 Paper Girl
 Why won’t you be my paper doll
 
 You look so good on paper
 Like a painting on a wall
 
 I poured my heart upon your page
 Played my act upon your stage
 
 But when the final folded
 And the edges all tucked in
 I was caught inside
 A rock within
 
 Your paper wrapping..
 
 Paper Girl
 Why won’t you be my paper doll
 
 Your crease is sharp and biting
 Like a blade of summer grass
 
 A paper girl you came to life
 You paper cut me like a knife
 
 You cast that look at me
 I bled a red soliloquy
 On bended knee
 
 When the scissors finished cutting
 The unfolded chain revealed
 There was nothing left of me
 
 Oh paper girl
 You tore right through my paper world
 
 Your whirlwind tornado shred it up
 Shred it into sheets of paper rain
 
 There’s no confetti falling from my sky
 Only ash and ember
 There’s nothing left to do but say but goodbye
 And unremember
 
 This is no teardrop
 It’s just a faded memory
 Of a future half forgotten
 Buried in the past
 
 Alone at last
 

Copyright © 2001 Pete Patterson. All rights reserved.

This work is kind of intended to be a lyric. Note the use of paper, scissors and rock.