"Paper Cut"

"Paper Cut"

by Arcassin Burnham

Cut me like a rose that has been left

With it's final thorn,

Cut me like a pair of scissors flying through

The mist,

Cut me like the razors on the fence of

Where your heart lies,

But please don't tell that your heart lies,

Tell nothing but the truth so help you,

Deep tears when I bled you,

Lost in meadows when you left me,

Is there any place in this world where I'm suppose 

To forgive you,

I put with so much shit,

For me just to forget you,

So easily, 

You forgot me so easily, 

So cut me with the paper on the counter

Of my home,

There's more precious than being left

Alone.