Paper Planes/Miss Her When I'm With Her

Paper Planes

Paper planes,
Swaying to and frow,
Crumbled in a child's hands,
And torn,
Paper planes,
Scribbles on the canvases

Miss Her When I'm With Her

The sun is showing, That even it can be blocked from sight,
Just like a heart, Trying to be seen through a dark night,
Bandits have waited, for the sad sun to set to rain,
They have taken from me, Her love someday to be gained,
My heart's the target, Only she has ever hit its center,
But through this night, Bows had aimed cold winds to enter

Here I remain alone, every strand is tied together,
There is a string, tied onto a dove's worn feathers,
It sits upon the laurel, has no need to fly far away,
In fires of my hellish life, its branches provide shade,
I can't forget her, my heart spins like roulette wheels,
My words keep their distance, Kept in dreams I can feel

When he holds her close, his heart has mine severed,
Lost love will dig my grave, Only the dead can wait forever,
I can't live without her, or imagine my recuring memory,
She is not with me, What the unloving would call plenty,
But I'm not like them, patience does not mean I'm ceasing,
I fear this delay, While the love within me is increasing

Silent rejections whisper, Into my ears until I awake,
Dreams grow stronger, For her I'd put all time at stake,
I feel her through my dreams, How can her heart feel like mine?
Like an anchor on me, My love is trapped behind the line,
I could have lost faith, It depends on where our hearts were,
It has become routine, For me to miss her when I'm with her