Paper

So so feeble.

Her hair puffy, wet like rain clouds

So so fragile

Her skin, paper thin.

She is a map, her veins the roads to memories.

She is a book, her wrinkles deep glossaries.

All she has given shows on her body

All she has received is not spoken on her lips.

So now she is

So so fragile

Her skin, paper thin

Why god, why?

Is aggression at your every whim.

So so feeble

She is

So so fragile

She is

Why god, why?

Take her from my kiss.

So so strong

Must that rain cloud be

The one I see you on

Making memories for me.

My hair puffy, wet like rain clouds

Because she is above me, in my thoughts, in my mind.

So so feeble

I am

So so fragile

I will become.

My memories grow dim

without my nan's paper thin skin wrapped around my every whim.