Ouchy

(Verse 1) In the realm of ink and parchment, where words take flight, A paper cut on my eyelid, under the pale moonlight. A sting so sharp, a tear did spill, From the edge of a page, came an unexpected thrill. (Chorus) Oh, paper cut, you tiny slice, Your surprise attack, not so nice. On my eyelid, a story you've etched, A tale of caution, in pain, it's sketched. (Verse 2) But I'll brave the sting, I'll bear the mark, In the world of words, it's just a spark. For every cut, every line, Is a testament to this passion of mine.