There are two perfect paper people.
They are beautiful.
Her hair is like corn silk
and her lips cherry red,
He has eyes like chips from the effortless blue sky,
that stretches over their perfect paper heads.
And he loves her.
He loves her like pens love paper
and she loves him like Lois Lane loves superman.
But perfect paper people
get perfect paper cuts
and soon those perfect paper cuts
are no longer quite so perfect.
And he still loved her like pens love paper
and she still loved him like Lois Lane loves Superman,
but something was wrong.
She tried to sew their hearts together,
but he grew cold
and his eyes frosted over.
She cried paper tears that where definitely not perfect
and cut off her perfect paper hair till he could not
recognize her perfect paper face.
They argued over their paper possessions,
things that had once been theirs
where now either yours or mine.
And her paper heart ripped,
ripped until it fell like snow
onto his cold pillow.
And the boy with the storm colored eyes
did not look back at the girl with the boyish hair and pale lips.
He kept his heart locked away,
its icy centre never quite thawing
because he never again met a girl
who could lose the key to a heart
that was as much his,
as it was hers.
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