Flying high above the clouds Just to set out your shroud Trapped inside with nowhere to go But suddenly, the plane has gone slow
Skyrocketing to the earth You wonder if itβs worth It to die and to never be found
Watching you fly in the air Plummeting to the ground and you want to help But you have to stay strapped to your chair You can hear a dog yelp From off in the distance You know there is no more resistance
You know that it is over so you give up the fight You donβt want to die like a knight So I decided to write This poem about your flight the flight that changed your life and mine but not for the better.
I still hate rhyming poetry but I had to do this for class, and it came out pretty good so I put it here and if you were wondering: This poem is about my friend that I met when I was younger, and I only knew her for a year but we became really close but she died in a plane crash. So, yeah, this is my ode to her.