Paper Plane
Since you left, I've been unable to dream,
thrashing about in tangled sheets all night.
I fold paper planes, odd as that may seem,
preparing the night's fledgling fears for flight.
I believed we'd be together till death,
and yet, you left me all alone and scared.
Without you, I've no reason to draw breath;
what kept me going was thinking you cared.
I scribble down my anguish and my pain,
describing how your leaving has hurt me.
And fold the page into a paper plane,
hoping the hand of fate sets my heart free.
I await a breeze to launch my letter;
for once my plane takes flight, I'll sleep better.
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