Please,
Allow me to make a confetti,
With your little paper heart,
Tearing it into smaller and smaller,
Till there is nothing left
To split apart.
Allow me to make a confetti,
To throw your shredded feelings
Up in the air, scraps,
But colourful.
Till there is nothing left
To tear anymore apart.
Allow me to make a confetti,
Of your diminished soul,
To shower rainbows,
To bring happiness
In more thousands souls.
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