Paper Bag
Paper Bag
my heart in the bag
that bag over there
the one that made of paper
yea it is drenched
in what you might ask?
all the pain it has caused me
whats inside?
well my heart
and the names of those that have hurt me
they are in there to erase them
erase them from me
their imprints vaguely seen
but their memories washed away
whats in my hand?
which one do you want to see first?
left you ask
I open it up to show the lighter fluid
your frown cuz you know whats in the other
I open it without question
a single wooden match
you dont have to ask whats happening next
just know to step back
I squeeze my left hand, emptying the tin
I roll the match around my fingers and hand
one flick and its all over
one flick and all the pain is gone
why did i wait so long?
In hope someone would want my heart
but with all the tares, rips and cracks who would
It cant be glued, stitched, stapled or taped
theres no use, might as well put it to rest
one flick is all it takes
one last thought and the flame flickers between my fingers
slowly walk over to the bag
and drop my fire
the smell of sulfer rising a split second before the bag is engulfed
i stand back and watch the sparks flicker into the sky
a few minutes and its over
ashes in the wind
spread where ever the wind takes them
ready to start a new
waiting for a heart to be given to me
to regrow the little piece of mine i hold onto
the little piece thats not corrupt
the only thing i have left to hold onto
one flick and its over
sitting there in what used to be a paper bag
my heart in the bag
that bag over there
the one that made of paper
yea it is drenched
in what you might ask?
all the pain it has caused me
whats inside?
well my heart
and the names of those that have hurt me
they are in there to erase them
erase them from me
their imprints vaguely seen
but their memories washed away
whats in my hand?
which one do you want to see first?
left you ask
I open it up to show the lighter fluid
your frown cuz you know whats in the other
I open it without question
a single wooden match
you dont have to ask whats happening next
just know to step back
I squeeze my left hand, emptying the tin
I roll the match around my fingers and hand
one flick and its all over
one flick and all the pain is gone
why did i wait so long?
In hope someone would want my heart
but with all the tares, rips and cracks who would
It cant be glued, stitched, stapled or taped
theres no use, might as well put it to rest
one flick is all it takes
one last thought and the flame flickers between my fingers
slowly walk over to the bag
and drop my fire
the smell of sulfer rising a split second before the bag is engulfed
i stand back and watch the sparks flicker into the sky
a few minutes and its over
ashes in the wind
spread where ever the wind takes them
ready to start a new
waiting for a heart to be given to me
to regrow the little piece of mine i hold onto
the little piece thats not corrupt
the only thing i have left to hold onto
one flick and its over
sitting there in what used to be a paper bag