I wrote you little notes
Folded them into paper dolls
And sent them floating along a river of tears
I bent each seam perfectly
Like the edges you molded into me
Fragile like the weight of trust
The burden of too much love
So many words I could never bring myself to say
Now lost in an endless flood
Maybe someone downstream will find one
Collect it's folded soul
And take every word to heart
Maybe, someday, when the river is emptied
And every word is tied to meaning
The world will be granted the gift of you
I wrote you little notes
Folded them into paper dolls
And sent them floating along a river of dreams
If every note dissolves into oblivion
At least part of you was sent out into the fray
And even if sending your memory yields no results
I could just rewrite them all anyway
Stepping ouside the
Stepping ouside the self
sending watermarked notes
about you to anyone
who can fish.
.
Waiting for a reply
is the same thing as
wishing for a dream
to become reality.
.
Sending more paper
souls to reap tides
that ebb and neap
I will obediently hope
for your return.
.
allets
05-17-17
747a
Exceptional :)
The underlying message of this inspiration was along the lines of Rascall Flatts' What hurts the most.
"Sending more paper souls to reap tides"
That line made the poem for me
Glad I could inspire
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr