Her red lips could be the standing point of miles away, to say the least Meg was a miracle he witnessed when he caught her smile. And George wasn't the best at love, but somehow he felt this connection with a stranger. Her lipstick a burning image left on his sheet.
I saw an angel, of that I'm sure, she smiled at me on the subway
George could only see her, her red lips, her bright eyes, she made his knees fall weak and he glanced out the window, after thankfully catching his paper before it blew off. Those darling movements and lips.
She was with another man, but I won't lose and sleep all night
The wind blew his bangs slight back, but George was determined to get her attention. All this over a woman he just meet this morning, but something about her was overwhelming. He glanced to the stack of papers, he was supposed to sign and review, but if all his years as a child and making paper planes, this was worth it. His hands delicately folded the sides, a plane coming to be made.
Cause, I've got a plan, you're beautiful, you're beautiful, you're beautiful, it's true
The plane flew through the air, quickly falling to the ground. One more with folding the paper, and it's wings flew, but it hit the building. Another fold, and his boss locked his gaze with George, closing the window as well. More folding, and the planes either flew into the building once more, flew to the ground on contact, or landed in a trash can to Meg's left. One even landing perfectly on a man's desk below Meg, causing an embarrassed George to have to explain. But, her red lips were gone.
I saw your face, in a crowed place, and I don't know what to do
The paper holder flew to the ground, causing a silence to unfold in the office, other coworkers pulling their stacks of paper away. His boss's shadow could be seen coming to the door, but once the door opened, George was gone, the window still open and wind blowing in.
Cause I'll never be with you
George searched everywhere, bothering the cars passing by, but she wasn't anywhere in sight. A paper plane, the one of faith he tried, her lipstick still stuck on the sheet, rested on the mailbox. A grunt of frustration and he sent it once again, flying in the breeze. He could only hastily walk along, keeping to himself and keeping his head lowered. Meg, on the other hand, still thought of him, making her way through the city, a smile on her lips.
And I don't think that I'll see her again, but we shared a moment that will last till the end
The plane soared through the air, falling just above an alley, where fellow planes were. All hope lost, but a sudden feeling on hope still lived, the printed sheet with lipstick slowly flew through the air again, as if it was saying encouraging words to the other planes. And all the planes came into the air, traveling to find George, but the one marked with red, on another journey.
There must an angel with a smile on her face, when she thought up that I should be with you
Meg smiled, leaning into the flowers, the aroma blissful. A daring plane landing in her gaze. Her eyes widened in confusion, but the familiar red stood out and she reached for it, watching as it flew off, twirling around her. She followed it, anyway, coming to the same train as before, apologizing to someone she bumped into, and finally catching the plane.
You're beautiful, you're beautiful, you're beautiful, it's true
The stubborn planes matched George and although he tried to leave and resisted, he was pushed around, lead to the same train from before. A little boy glared at him, holding a balloon in hand, and being pulled away by his mother.
My life is brilliant, my love is pure
The train came to a halt, Meg slowly making her way out, the plane remain still, even as she tossed it into the crisp air. A sudden gust of wind from an arriving train blew her hair, shadowing the plane rested in her hands.
She caught my eye, as I walked on bye
George turned, as did Meg. A man of paper planes, made his way to her, discarding the airplanes onto the ground, but his smile wide. Meg only brushed a stray strand of hair behind her hair, moving to stand closer. Both smiling like hopeless idiots in love.
She could see from my face, that I was "flying" high
Only a few days later, the same pair were on their first date and Meg's laughter could echo through the small room as George recited his side of the story.
