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'07 Paperclip Heart
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2007 Sitting at my desk,
sweaty palms,
fingertips grasp gilded wire
suddenly forge to a shape,
a shape of affection,
really trying for round perfection
of course, it still had dents
it still had it's curves
it was given away
for others to see
it would later be found
inside or outside on the ground
typical for people to play with
another dent on the side
more scratches all around
All I realized from this paperclip tensed experience
what that in reallife, it had eventually made sense
When I passed it to a friend, I was a loved and forgotten gift
if I had one, I'd pass it to a special friend, I might've been loved
When I gave it to a loved one, I just became an ornament
You may be the one
that warms it up
enough to mold
the dents and curves.
remember,
when I gave you my heart
it would have been perfect
but not all hearts are...
