Precious Poetry

1.2 - Letter To Tracy

You got a paper plane.
Write me a ticket to anywhere.
Maybe we find a way.
Maybe together we can fly somewhere.
Every place is better.
Starting from zero with nothing to lose.
Maybe we'll build something.
Me, myself, I got nothing but blues.

You got a pointed pen.
Write me a poem to get us outta here.
I've been working at the publishing part.
Hoping to save just a little bit of money.
Won't have to fly too far,
Just 'cross the ocean and land on the island.
You and I can both learn how,
And finally see what we need to keep giving.

See, my country's got a problem.
Hit by an earthquake, that's the way it is.
They say our people's to poor for working.
Our body's too young to suffer like this.
The world took a look and left us.
They wanted more money than we could give.
I say somebody's got to take care of us.
So I built a school and that's what I did.

You got a paper plane.
Is it strong enough so we can fly away?
You gotta write an enchantment.
Spell it tonight and save a life this way.

So I remember when we were flying, flying in your plane.
Speed so fast it felt like I was high.
Future's lights lay out before us
And your arm felt warm wrapped 'round my shoulder.
And I-I had a feeling that we were strong.
I-I had a feeling we could teach someone, teach someone, teach someone.

You got a strong tongue.
We go singing, entertain ourselves.
You still have a life long.
And I work in the market as a promo girl.
I know life will get better.
You'll publish work and I'll get it promoted.
We'll build a school in Tent City
Learn how to live, how to earn us a living.

So I remember when we were flying, flying in your plane.
Speed so fast it felt like I was high.
Future's lights lay out before us
And your arm felt warm wrapped 'round my shoulder.
And I-I had a feeling that we were strong.
I-I had a feeling we could teach someone, teach someone, teach someone.

You got a paper plane.
I got a sponsor that pays all our bills.
You stay out prosing late at the bar.
See more of your fears than you do of my dreams.
I'd always hoped for precious,
Thought maybe together you and me'd make it.
Without a plan, we ain't going nowhere.
Take your paper plane and keep on writing.

So I remember when we were flying, flying in your plane
Speed so fast it felt like I was high.
Future's lights lay out before us
And your arm felt warm wrapped 'round my shoulder.
And I-I had a feeling that we were strong.
I-I had a feeling we could teach someone, teach someone, teach someone.

You got a paper plane
Is it strong enough so we can fly away?
You gotta write an enchantment.
Spell it tonight and save a life this way.

[Editor's Note: There's something suspicious about this text. I can't prove it's plagiarism, but it's so much better than all the other poems, almost like someone else wrote it. It's strictly forbidden by the Copyright Law and the Grammar Nazis to copy and publish words that someone else wrote before. In the Holy Bribe-all of Publishing, it says, literally: «thou shall not use the words "I Love You, Baby", as those belong to Frank Sinatra, nor the words "I'm Loving It" as those belong to MacAbre Crappy Meals, and thou will need their written permission before you declare your affection to anyone.», unless you're an editor who explains why others don't have permission to copy those words and use it like they were her own.]