Paper Doll.
My skin is made of paper.
Take this ink and colour me in.
Write on my heart and it will stain forever.
Place in my mind the shades of the world.
Draw me a personality.
Cover me in honesty, show me what you see.
Tattoo your mark upon me,
Then pass the pen along.
Each in turn you will embellish me.
Mould me.
Build synapses and memories,
Re-write my history.
One and all you are my creators.
And in turn I will help create you.
With pen and paper we build.
Change.
Form a new.
Old scraps tossed aside from within,
Replenish our ink wells and start again.
So take my battered body, my darkened mind.
Erase it all and draw me again.
Shape the image, sharpen the edge.
In the end what does this mean?
After all,
Are we the lines, or the space in-between?
My skin is made of paper.
Take this ink and colour me in.
Write on my heart and it will stain forever.
Place in my mind the shades of the world.
Draw me a personality.
Cover me in honesty, show me what you see.
Tattoo your mark upon me,
Then pass the pen along.
Each in turn you will embellish me.
Mould me.
Build synapses and memories,
Re-write my history.
One and all you are my creators.
And in turn I will help create you.
With pen and paper we build.
Change.
Form a new.
Old scraps tossed aside from within,
Replenish our ink wells and start again.
So take my battered body, my darkened mind.
Erase it all and draw me again.
Shape the image, sharpen the edge.
In the end what does this mean?
After all,
Are we the lines, or the space in-between?