I have been continuously told that I have to be "open to love".
I believe that I am open to it.
In fact, I am so open to love that I wear my now paperthin heart pinned to my sleeve.
I pray that a breath of wind will blow and tear my paper heart off my sleeve, blow it around and let it fall into someone's waiting hands; someone who will trade me for his paper heart.
My wrinkled paper heart is creased and has been folded and unfolded many times.
It has holes in it.
Ink smudges the paper.
Watermarks mar the lines.
This is my fragile paper heart, that I hold in my palms.
I'm not sure I want possesion of my paper heart.
I haven't taken very good care of it.
I feel like I am going to drop it again soon...
I just hope somebody will be there to catch it.
Writing gets points.
ReplyDeleteThe point of it seems like all of us girls.
Keep up the open heart.
(: Love is mysteriously appearing everyday.
I hear there's an outbreak. (;
There is an outbreak?! Where?! How did you hear of this?!
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