There's something more
To paper planes
Than what meets the eye;
The creases and folds
that let them fly.

Beneath the way
They swoop and soar,
Paper planes
have a tendency
To always fall.

Thankfully for us,
We can spend time
Flying up high,
Way up there,
Without a single care.

We have defied gravity
We rarely fall,
But when we do
It's never big,
Only small.

There's something satisfying
About watching paper planes.
Not knowing their journeys.
Not knowing their ways.
Just not knowing.

However we know,
We know now,
About the planes,
And exactly how
We've created a vow.

I'd far rather
Be with you
Being able to
Smell your scent
Feel your warmth

It is distinct
Unique
Only you have it
And I couldn't tell you what
It is just soothing

Suddenly I'll melt
Feeling comfortable
Being with you
A sigh of relief
There is no panic

However
Without you
There is a loneliness
Leaving me
Empty and full

Perhaps it's not so bad
And it makes
The yearning for you
Stronger
Until we meet

I'd far rather
Be with you
Than feel lonely
But if I must be lonely
I will be lonely for you

You can't cry about it.
Not now, not ever.
Your tears will be black from mascara,
Eyeliner smudges smeared across your face.
Waterfall stains like a stream erodes the river bank.
You must 'man up'.

Well who said so?
It's painful, you know,
Standing on Lego.

Warm, soapy water,
Filling a dented sheet of metal.
Heat escaping.
Slowly,
The spiralling steam surrounds you,
Smothering you.

The warm, soapy water
Is not so warm anymore.
The steam leaving you cold.

Soapy and cold,
The bubbles vanish,
Leaving a sting in your eyes.
There is no warm, soapy water.
Just a murky, cold memory.

I only believe in things because I believe in love.
I do not believe in knowledge.
I do not believe in power.
The government.
The community.
The people.

Disbelief and misunderstanding.

I believe in love.
I believe in the power of the people through love.
I believe in us because I believe in love.

We sat together,
Staring up.
A cover of white.
Wondering to ourselves
"Will we ever take flight?"

We could be the paper planes
That we've always dreamed of being.
Soaring
High above the sky.
Not realising.

The yearning for more.
Learning and growing.
Thinking.
Stopping.
Breathing.



We sat together
Wanting to be more,
Like the paper planes.
The ones we love.
The ones that soar.