Mind Trip.

A paper plane for your crashed thoughts?

Pennies are too heavy

Would your heart lift and take wings if I put a price on it.

Unload this burden on me, like a feathered quill in the hands of a composer crafting his last symphony.

Lonely balconies hold secrets of days when the mind leaped over the rails a thousand times.

Mournful gaze sailing to the moody sunset.

The chaos of peace
And calm in turmoil.

I’ll extend a hand to you

as a testament to show I’m always here for you.

I promise not to say the right things,

I’ll just hug you tightly with the embrace of my beating heart

and these words from my pen and let you know that you’re not alone.

#Conundrum

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  1. Awwwww, that was sweet! Heartwarming. But, it has to be said: “A paper plane for your crashed thoughts? / Pennies are too heavy” is just out of this world. Takes a moment to register, but when it does, it’s a slap on the face, especially with the way it leads with that. Well crafted.

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