Paper Hearts


In a little girl's window, playing in the breeze
hang my paper hearts for any one to see.
They are light and airy.
They are carefree and enjoy sharing their beauty.

Til one day they were taken down from that little girl's window,
and you threw them in a dark closet to be trampled.
Left to be forgotten,
abandoned and hurt,
mistreated.

Now these same paper hearts hand in a different window.
No longer do they play in the breeze.
The little girl is gone.
The little girl is gone.
The little girl is gone.
My paper hearts are broken and torn,
bent and smashed
hanging in a different window and the little girl is gone.
My paper hearts will never be the same again.

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