That night she cut her heart
and the blood draped
her words on the crumpled paper.
She felt at ease,
and went to sew her heart.
"O Dear! you are precious", whispered the crumpled paper.
Her sullen eyes bathe in despair,
as she waited for years to hear these words.
"Be my lover!", she could hear the echoes.
And in that moment, when she lifted the paper
to feel her words- it purified
the crumpled paper.
Thus, the holy paper
became her secret keeper.
Because...
That night she cut her heart.
and the blood draped
her words on the crumpled paper.
She felt at ease,
and went to sew her heart.
"O Dear! you are precious", whispered the crumpled paper.
Her sullen eyes bathe in despair,
as she waited for years to hear these words.
"Be my lover!", she could hear the echoes.
And in that moment, when she lifted the paper
to feel her words- it purified
the crumpled paper.
Thus, the holy paper
became her secret keeper.
Because...
That night she cut her heart.
