37) Paper plane
I want to tell you,
What I think about you,
And then face your retort.
And I can take it
Self deprecating humor
With a smile.
Except this is no joke
At least for me,
But I can pretend.
My eyes tell the truth
But it’s a strange world,
Even black & white is misunderstood.
Maybe it’s just another game
Between two people,
The winner can just walk away.
Once I lost a paper plane,
Had aimed it too high
And in a chemistry class, I learnt
Tears are salty water drops fallen from eyes,
But there are other ways to shed,
So standing still, I waved.
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Paper plane
It started out as a letter, but ended up as too broad to be told to one person. I used the word ‘retort’ almost as a rude sound, and actual color of eyes (mine is black or v.dark brown). The last stanza as what happened afterwards…
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