A Short Flight Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A hearts pit patter is asking go numb.
As a young boy goes to put his mouth over his thumb.
Afraid of what?
The darkness of rejection.
The flight of the reflection.
A conversation becoming just another imperfection.
A wishing well of dreams.
Don't mind if I throw a penny.
Because if fortunes are to be told I need just need a little more.
With eyes burning and mouths dry.
A classy little demise.
A betrayal just by looking up at sky.
She lonely and I know I'll be meeting her soon.
But first I must touch the forbidden moon.
Knowing not what to expect.
Fear boils inside.
Even if feels like just another cheap ride.
We all pay for our time.
And here's mine.