My Heart's a paper airplane.
Got a paper airplane for a heart.
Don't need no big propeller.
Just a breeze to get my start.
Just a breeze to get me up there.
Feeling good, and light, and free.
But it's just a paper airplane.
So, don't get rough with me.
'Cause if you go and step on it,
Then my heart don't fly so well.
And if you go and step on it,
Can I fix it? I can't tell.
I'll try to mend it, fix it up, straighten it up...
And then?
Wait for the next breeze of love
To send it high again.
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my poetry book. complete with gel pens |