There were words scribbled in
pencil, on a singular piece of paper,
I folded into a paper plane...
Throwing it from the balcony of
my window, I was single never finding
love. But I threw my feeling out into
the world beyond my reach...
I waited for days, but never did my
thoughts fly towards me..
they must have statically landed
beyond the reach of other hearts..
Wrote within I had penned simply.
*"If my heart glides to you and you find
my words of merit, let your kisses envelope
my wings and glide back to the window of my heart"*
Do you realize how far a paper plane laden with
emotions can fly, it never sank.. But floated on
the breath of loneliness, until it found a window
of opportunity. folded words were read upon.
Days had ventured past my window until a
letter fell though my door.. And with it words.
*"Though you flew to me, I found it easier for
my words to walk to you doorstep an read my words"*
When the walls of trepidation fell, and I saw the
mirror of my word I knew that my hart had flown
true. You were the wings of my thought and I was
the reflection that brought you to my heart.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC
There were words scribbled in
pencil, on a singular piece of paper,
I folded into a paper plane...
Throwing it from the balcony of
my window, I was single never finding
love. But I threw my feeling out into
the world beyond my reach...
I waited for days, but never did my
thoughts fly towards me..
they must have statically landed
beyond the reach of other hearts..
Wrote within I had penned simply.
*"If my heart glides to you and you find
my words of merit, let your kisses envelope
my wings and glide back to the window of my heart"*
Do you realize how far a paper plane laden with
emotions can fly, it never sank.. But floated on
the breath of loneliness, until it found a window
of opportunity. folded words were read upon.
Days had ventured past my window until a
letter fell though my door.. And with it words.
*"Though you flew to me, I found it easier for
my words to walk to you doorstep an read my words"*
When the walls of trepidation fell, and I saw the
mirror of my word I knew that my hart had flown
true. You were the wings of my thought and I was
the reflection that brought you to my heart.
