A/N: I think I'm in a fairytale phase, idk. This will probably be my last one for fairytales tbh tho, cus I had to look up what the three little pigs used to build their houses yesterday- Anyways here goes nothing
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The sound of paper tearing
Is the sound it makes
When my heart breaks
Because my heart is filled with words.
Promises.
Rules.
Lists of names.
Those can all go on paper.
My heart isn't guarded by a steel wall
It's guarded by a wall of paper.
Maybe that's why it's so easy
To infiltrate my heart.
Say the right words
And the paper unfolds.
Down goes the walls.
This little piggy built its house from sticks
This little piggy built its house from bricks
This little piggy built its house from straw
And this little hornet built its nest on a wall
Of paper.
"I bet 20 bucks that the hornet is gone within a year."
"You're on."
The big bad wolf's in town
And the paper's going down.
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Book of poems
PoetryThis is just a book of some things I've jotted down. I've written over a million poems but I'm only gonna post the ones I think are the best. I try to make things relatable so that you guys can resonate with what I write, but sometimes it's just pe...
