Paper planes, falling
down,
down—
down.
Into the starlight,
that is upside down.
In my heart, it’s beating
one,
two—
three.
The street lights are blinking,
in the upside, down.
My world is red, it's shadows.
Raven black.
The treetops are swaying,
in the upside, down.
Black on red, it’s pattern
tartan plaid.
Who’ll be my lover?
In the upside, down.
As above, so below.
Touch me until my bones
grow cold.
I am a dream so, shut your eyes.
And hold me close—
in the upside, down.
Till the music stops playing,
and the sheet music
is scrolled across my lungs.
As though nothing could fail
in the upside, down.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
Paper planes, falling
down,
down—
down.
Into the starlight,
that is upside down.
In my heart, it’s beating
one,
two—
three.
The street lights are blinking,
in the upside, down.
My world is red, it's shadows.
Raven black.
The treetops are swaying,
in the upside, down.
Black on red, it’s pattern
tartan plaid.
Who’ll be my lover?
In the upside, down.
As above, so below.
Touch me until my bones
grow cold.
I am a dream so, shut your eyes.
And hold me close—
in the upside, down.
Till the music stops playing,
and the sheet music
is scrolled across my lungs.
As though nothing could fail
in the upside, down.
