Like a Piece of Paper

She stares at the blank paper

Crumbled a million times,

Like her own life.

She stares at the glass of wine,

As clear as her heart could be,

Sparkling only when it should -

Every time you look at it.

He looks at the mess she is now,

Oh, didn't he love her once,

For the tears and the scars?

Time plays its part

As it moves on,

He too moves on

And she, like the paper

She holds,

Holds a life that needs

Someone to unfold it,

To wipe the wrinkles

Off her pale white face.

A tear-drop finds its way

To her soul, bruised,

He laughs and goes off

While she awaits 

Another tragedy...