Torn

A smooth white piece of paper

Delicate and sweet

Has found itself now blowing

Upon a dirty street

If rain will come to drown it

Make it heavy, weigh it down

It wont get very far then

Stuck in this little town

If fire were to take it

Then it would just be gone

Not even a reminder

Of how it once had shone

Or if you were to catch it

And tear it into two

It never would be whole again

Just broken up by you

Author: halfthegirlblog

Poet, storyteller, songwriter, photographer, artist, lonely dreamer, despairing believer in God. I am trying to rebuild my life after some bad times and mental health issues.

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