Paper Hearts
This paper’s torn, dissected
Into fragile little hearts;
They blow away, neglected,
With their brittle counterparts.
Trickling from the table
To be scattered on the ground,
No troubled heart seems able
To be rescued, felt or found.
Broken, crushed and shifted,
Edges buried in the sand,
They unaware are lifted
By some kind, unlikely hand.
This paper’s torn, dissected
Into fragile little hearts;
They blow away, neglected,
With their brittle counterparts.
Trickling from the table
To be scattered on the ground,
No troubled heart seems able
To be rescued, felt or found.
Broken, crushed and shifted,
Edges buried in the sand,
They unaware are lifted
By some kind, unlikely hand.
