Paper planes passed from me to you
They share loving words and poetry too
They glide through the air and straight to our souls
Where they are read and we are closer to our goals
Handwriting lays loosely across the paper
I tell you to make a move, I'm not a waiter
These paper planes can only tell so much
Others can only be told through smiles and a hush
Blank White sheets of paper soon folded carefully
With words sprawled across, risky and darefully
So when I pass you this one, I'll have adrenaline in my veins
And I'll always hope I get on back, when I send you paper planes
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