If I Were Made Of Paper

If I Were Made Of Paper
By Amy Moloney

If I were made of paper

I’d let you fold me, carry me within your pocket, a safe hidden place
Unlfold me and read the messages written upon my delicate face

An origami swan I could become, to tuck beside the pillow upon your bed
When you wake you could write your dreams inside of my head

Unfold the swan, you smile to find a tattered tale upon my flesh
Memories of our brief time in each others world still fresh

A tear falls upon my parchment skin, wetting the pulpy grain
Smudging the words of someplace we’ll never be again

A crumpled ball thrown to the floor, careless of where I land
Lying beside the bin, alone with the dust, forgotten where I am

If I were made of paper

You could burn our memory away leaving nothing but ash and smoke
Erased from the world like childhood toys you forgot that you broke