If I could, I would...
Scribble down all that I feel.
Fold into paper-planes,
and fly them to you...
But again, how much
of my eternal pain
could ever be captured on these
temporary paper-planes?
YOU ARE READING
Words From The Infinity...
PoetryBeyond description beautiful she moves Like heav'nly Venus, 'midst her smiles and loves...
Fucki' Planes...
If I could, I would...
Scribble down all that I feel.
Fold into paper-planes,
and fly them to you...
But again, how much
of my eternal pain
could ever be captured on these
temporary paper-planes?
