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Paper Heart

My heart is made of paper mache

and doesn’t hold up well in the rain.

My heart is made of paper mache

and gets blown in the wind on a stormy day

It cannot be protected from even the mildest pain

My heart is made of paper mache.

I wish I could pour bronze over it

Or bury it a thousand leagues under the sea

It wouldn’t be torn apart, or shredded, melted,

Or lost and wounded like a bewildered ghost torn from its grave.

My heart is made of paper mache

Do not look at me, I may get confused.

I may think your curiosity is interest

And weave a story of amazing love

Do not share with me your thoughts and concerns

For I might make that mean

that you want to combine your heart with mine

and make my paper heart stronger with yours, bolstering its fragility

Do not come close only to back away

For my heart is made of paper mache

And it doesn’t hold up in the rain.