Paper Stars

A million tiny paper cuts,

From a thousand little stars.

These little superficial ruts

Can leave the deepest scars.

All these little wishes, all these outlandish schemes

Written down on them don't matter.

Especially when all their hopes and dreams

Fall from the sky and shatter.

A hundred shards of glass disguised

Like ice beneath the snow,

Lead to many a heart's demise

And cut deeper than you know.

So be wary not of wounds you see,

Though they too I feel,

The ones that leave no mark on me

Take much more time to heal.