Airplanes

February 11, 2015

Got on a plane and of course my first thought was you

Memories of how you said you'd never leave

I told you not to make promises you couldn't keep

But you did it anyway

And now I'm all alone

Now All I have is this broken heart

From broken promises

I told you not to make

Now here I am on this plane

thinking of you

and what could have been

I heard you moved on

But I also lost a friend

I'd rather be that than nothing

I'd rather be that than not talking

The shaky plane reminds of my shaky thoughts

And how you used to cure them with simple words

Now I have to fix myself

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