A Thousand Paper Cranes

For a wish that never came true.

One thousand folded paper cranes,

That once flew as high as planes,

Crashing down in our talks,

A wish for all your dreamy walks - 

One's under starry nights,

One's without any fights,

One's that remember the way,

Of the heartfelt words you'd say - 

But that was just some time ago,

Now you're a stranger I barely know,

And I can't seem to remember how how high,

Those paper cranes would really fly - 

Or how many still roam the skies,

Among the nights of starry eyes,

Those same of the person now lost,

A wind-up soldier, broken, and tossed - 

So if I can fold a few more to replace,

The one's that fell with absolute grace,

Burning with pure intention,

Lifting my heart to a numbing suspension - 

As my fingers go numb with each fold,

With my own wishes untold,

I can't seem to find the strength,

To cross the distance, the length - 

The gap that puts me on the outside-looking-in,

A loser that'll never win,

Or know what it's like to have someone to hold,

With just more wishes going untold - 

...But I can't say I'm sad...

That I'm hating the world or even mad...

Because even after all this time...

Your smiles are like a rhyme,

And each verse seems to lift,

Regardless of going adrift,

Brighter and brighter still,

Fueling a dying will - 

Since all I wanted was a chance,

Not some everlasting romance,

Not to take your hand,

Or make some dramatic last stand.

To take you out, and see the town,

To be there when you were feeling down,

But I know I never could be,

That man for you - I mean, look at me...

Short as hell and totally week,

Never outgoing, always meek,

How could you ever even give,

A chance to a guy who's got no reason to live?

Or make it worse and say I'm more,

As I spill my guts along the floor,

Telling you with everything I've got,

You're the one I never forgot.

That you gave me a reason to walk,

A reason to write, a reason to talk,

That really pushed me when things decided to shove,

And made me feel like I was above,

The dirt, like an actual guy,

Not some idiot who needed to try,

That talking to you was worth every fold,

Of these thousand cranes that' have gone untold...

And all I ever wanted to see...

Was if I could be someone for you...or me...

And tell me that I'm not done yet,

With a thousand cranes, it's my only regret.

Author's Note

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