You are made of stone
I am made of paper
I wrap myself around you
And you are mine.
I am made of paper
You are made of stone
You hurl yourself into me
Breaking my heart.
She is a pair of scissors
She opens her legs
Cutting me into pieces.
You stand watching, waiting your turn.
She is a pair of scissors.
You smash her blades apart.
I didn't ask you to do that,
But you did it.
And it's too late.
Too late for any of us now.
The game is over
And no one has won.
Annette Greenaway
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