paper shoes
Posted by ~ jamiegirl
kiss me on the cheek
i’ll call it treason
and you’ll hold your head so low
that you cant see the sky
slap the pretty off my face and turn away
like a burning paper in the fire
floats away, a black carbon angel
and you’ll walk home in broken shoes
made from the paper of my dresser drawers
i will bury you
in the basement
as ive been known to do
with your ego stuffed
way down in the pocket of my coat
barbed wire fingers
holding on for dear life
always peaceful after a fight
always needing to be right
i smile you frown
i go up you go down
