The heart is but mere paper - Feeble, frayed and flimsy. They come read it with their fingers and leave halfway Ripping it from inside, Leaving it what you call broken. So next time, when your heart is ripped take a piece, tie it to a string and spring it high just like a kite. For, somewhere down there someone will be running to catch it and to bring it back to you saying, it's too precious to be played with. Paper hearts. Paper kites. #yqbaba #somethingevenidontknowwhat
