Birds In Row can t love

I scribbled on a paper,
a face to give me company
I won't doubt
I put a weight on his shoulders,
writing the name of the city
he can't love
Being made of folded paper,
a good reason to believe
you can't love
Folded into a coward,
too afraid of breathing,
I won't leave,
I won't love,
I won't live,
I can't love