Pacing and Prose
Paper cranes carry wishes, fragile as their wings.
Likewise, I bent myself trying to understand you.
I fold my paper feelings.
Smelting the ore of my heart,
I forge my words of steel.
Paper cranes carry wishes, fragile as their wings.
Likewise, I bent myself trying to understand you.
I fold my paper feelings.
Smelting the ore of my heart,
I forge my words of steel.