Don't Come Back Again

Folded wings from my fingertips, a fragile hope on a fleeting trip,

tossed to the sky where the winds won't grip. Paper cuts on dreams I've held,

stories told but never spelled. Fly, oh fly, my paper plane

through the clouds and through the rain, carry whispers, carry pain,

but don't come back again. Lines and creases, they bend, they fray.

Maps of moments that drift away, silent messengers of words I can't say.

The ink it runs, the edges tear, a fragile heart floats in the

air. Fly, oh fly, my paper plane through the clouds