f^l^y^i^n^g airplanes

s/o/a/r in the s~k~y

s*h*i*n*e in the night

.

e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g about them

is spectacular

like a^i^r^p^l^a^n^e^s

leaving you b-e-h-i-n-d

.

(they w/h/i/z/z past you

in the silver night

leaving you with m.e.m.o.r.i.e.s

of b~l~u~s~t~e~r~y nights)

.

they are perfect

.

because the redheadgirl

standing with glassesboy

is not yOu

.

because the glassesboy

in the h-e-a-r-t of redheadgirl

is not HiM

.

they both left

and so h.E and Y.o.U

become heandyou

for a molten m/i/n/u/t/e

before the a*i*r is

stolen

from you

.

you h=i=t the g.r.o.u.n.d

with a hoooloe in your

headas you watch the

a-i-r-p-l-a-n-e-s fly by

.

your r.e.v.e.n.g.e is sweet

vengeance and s~p-l~a-y~e-d

limbs

"i'm going to die."

.

y^o^u're the one

who's leaving now