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.