“She’s got paper skin Always spread too thin You can see right through Painted in blue She’s got bones made of clay Can never keep her shape She always caves in Believes what they’re all saying She’s got thorns in her fingertips Couldn’t keep them away from your lips They’re stained in red Just like the tears she’s shed Her eyes are windows to her soul They’re made with flecks of gold She’s always looking to inspire While falling for danger, such as fire Her heart’s drawn to pain and flames Eventually they all fade away She always ends up burned When will she ever learn? She’s got paper skin”
— @shiveringroses







