Paper planes

It starts with a good design; perfect in every way

Flying high in the air and gracefully gliding

Like a shooting star gone astray

You watch with careful eyes, afraid that it might fall

You hope and wish that it stays up high

No movements gone wrong

But just as everything does, it starts to lower down

Your smile weakens at the sight, soon turning to a frown

The paper plane can only fly so long, like several things in life

You incorporate hard work, effort, and struggle just to keep it in flight

But once the wind has weakened and the plane starts to fall

Will you just watch it crash and burn?

Or will you try and save it at all?

this one I actually wrote for a friend in the same story, Pandora. I'm pretty sure.
10.14.12