on occasion i am set free
to fly down
the death of a thought as an abstract object
my final resting place
relegated to living on papyrus
a simple existence on this 1 dimensional white plain
afraid of scissors and erasers
if only i had been written in pen
then only your tears could have erased me
and changed me forever
until i would have been written down again
his sentiments
please do not cry, i beg you ! he might forget to write me down again
or change my wording, reversing my order or using bastard synonyms
i may never exist as i once did, as i just did before you cried,
please i don't want to fade away forever
i need, if for nothing else,
to make you cry just once more, so that you can erase me forever